Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 17:22:19 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: A TEACHER AND HIS STUDENTS

Hi!  My name is Tad Turner and I am 24 years old. I am 5'-11', blonde and
blue eyed.  I weigh 140 lbs -- kind of on the skinny side.  Probably the
most interesting aspect of my physical description is that I have an
8-inch, circumcised cock.  I was born and raised in Denver and at the end
of next week I graduate from the University of Denver with a Master's
Degree. It was a joyous event in our family, which had been sort of
depressed for four months -- ever since my grandfather Turner died, in his
80's, in a nursing home near where he had farmed all his adult life in
western Kansas.

After grandpa's funeral we saw his attorney and I was distressed that he
had left everything to me, thinking it would upset my dad that he had been
passed over entirely.  I pointedly asked him, being prepared to share
everything half and half.

Dad got out of his chair, walked around the attorney's desk and hugged me.
"Tad, when my older brother died in New York he left a considerable amount
of stocks and money to me.  My dad knew that.  You went through 4 years of
college on a scholarship so that was a free ride for both you and me.
Grandpa and grandma loved you and you spent a month every summer with
them. Don't question his will -- it is what he wanted.  Too, don't worry
about your mom and I.  We are quite well fixed and never want for
anything."

It was almost freaky in a way.  Five days before graduation my dad called
to say there was a teaching position open in the school district where
grandpa lived (my dad always got the paper from his old home town) and he
wanted me to call the Superintendent of Schools and inquire about it.

Well, I was certainly going to be looking for work after next week so I
called the name and number my dad had given me.  The position was in the
high school, teaching English, English Literature, English Composition and
several History courses.  I asked Mr. Pauley, the Superintendent, to send
an application form.  When I told him my name and address, he said, "I
think I know you.  You're John Turner's grandson, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am"

"Well, congratulations on your graduation.  Do you think you would really
like to accept this position."

"Yes, I do.  I'd have a house to live in plus a lot of other advantages
living and teaching in Kansas Junction."

"The job is yours then.  If you tell me you accept, I'll mail you an
application and you can return it, as a formality.  When will you be coming
to Kansas Junction?"

"Right after graduation.  I think I'd like to spend the summer there -- my
first summer out on my own, that sort of thing."

"Completely understandable, call and make an appointment with me when you
get to Kansas Junction."  I found the house immaculate and the yard well
cared for.  I didn't know my dad had arranged for both by an elderly woman
and her retired husband to maintain the place.  I had decided I didn't want
to buy beer or liquor locally, so I'd go to Hays once a week and buy it as
I shopped for groceries.  The peace and quiet of living on a farm was
really something special after so many years in a large University.

The only downside to the whole deal was that I wasn't getting any.  You
know what I mean.  On campus my nickname among everyone I'd ever had sex
with was "Horse".  I can't honestly say a big dick needs it oftener than a
small one but it seemed that way to me.  Maybe it was just because it was
used to getting it frequently.  And, if I didn't get some soon, I was going
to jack the thing clear off.

The only friends I had made to date were the guy who leased grandpa's farm
and his partner. They were gay, without a doubt.  Allen, who leased the
property, was a husky guy; his partner, Tom, much younger was, by contrast,
skin and bones but still good looking.  I saw him in shorts one day and I
couldn't believe how thin his legs were.  I guess he was good in bed and I
can testify that he is one hell of a good cook.

So it went until I was about 3 weeks into the picture and I was seriously
(desperately actually) thinking of going to Denver for the weekend.  I
didn't have many friends left there but I dreamed of spending a weekend
overloading on sex in one or two of my favorite gay baths.  My big cock
needed more that it was getting from my jacking it.

It was mid week, about 7 in the evening, when I decided to drive over to
see Allen and Tom -- it was only a mile down the road but I didn't have a
flashlight to go walking at night.

I immediately apologized for not phoning them first, but they told me,
"Anytime."  Well, they had another visitor, the son of the farmer that
lived across the road and half way between Allen's place and mine.

Tom introduced us and explained that I would be teaching this fall and that
Luke would be a sophomore (or about 16 years old).

I soon caught on that Luke had walked over and had brought a young Labrador
with him.  The dog was a marvel, Luke had him stay in the kitchen and he
took a chair where the dog could see him.  If the dog could see Luke he was
contented.  I chose a chair close but facing the chair Luke was sitting in
-- purposely I might add, as I wanted to give Luke a good check out.  Luke
was a tall, skinny kid, average looks, big feet and was wearing a red
T-shirt and a pair of shorts that he must have inherited from a much older
brother -- out of fashion with their short legs and most revealing,

Luke kept looking at me because my 8-inch pleasure pole was fully erected
and, when Allen and Tom weren't looking I gave it a minor adjustment now
and then to keep Luke's interest.  Luke was having his problems, too.
Finally he spread his legs to give me a better look up the leg of his
shorts.  I guess he wanted to keep my attention as much as I wanted to keep
his.  Finally he got a hard on and I could see it sticking down one leg of
his shorts.  He had a 7-inch cock that was fatter in the mid section that
it was at the root or the cockhead.  Every once in a while, he'd give it a
rub thorough his denim shorts.  Too, we made frequent eye contact.  It was
obvious that we were horned up for each other.  But, and it was a big but
-- I hadn't taught my first class and I sure didn't feel right or
comfortable with coming on to a student -- teachers having sex with a
student tops the list of unwritten rules for teachers, so I tried to cool
it.  After half an hour I announced that I didn't want to outstay my
welcome so I'd say goodnight.  Luke picked up on that right away and asked
if he could bum a ride home.

"Sure Luke.  I think that would be better than your walking along the road
in the dark.  He held the young dog on his lap and said, "My parents went
to Hays and won't be home for three hours. Can I go home with you and watch
TV for a while?"  How could I say no, so I said, "Sure, I'd be glad for the
company?"  The first thing he asked me when we got in the house was, "Do
you have a computer? My parents won't let me have one.  They say there is
too much porn on the Internet."

"I agree, but there are a lot of ways parents can block it if there are
minors in the household; and, yes I do have one."

"Can you show it to me and sort of explain stuff"?  I turned it on, showed
him the menu that came up, went through some of the stuff under some menu
items -- like letters I'd written explaining how you could save things and
then bring them back up if they were unfinished.

Then the little shit out and out asks me if I had any porn. "Well, I do,
but it's strictly between the two of us if I show you some."  I surfed some
sites and explained what they contained and then said I had some of my
favorite things saved on floppy disk and that would probably be the easiest
way to show him some stuff.  Knowing he had a big one and seemed interested
in mine, I thumbed through my floppies and selected some with guys that
were well hung.  Holy shit, I thought his eyes were going to jump out of
their sockets.  He immediately started fondling his cock and said, "Jesus,
those pictures as so exciting.  You must really enjoy these a lot."

"To a degree, but I can't get off on still pictures, so when I want to get
off I generally watch videos.  I guess you know what I mean by the term
"get off', Luke.  "Yea, I like to cum and shoot a big load, too." I decided
to put the teacher's code aside.  Luke was putting the make on me just as
much as I was trying to get at his dick.

"Would you show me a porno video, Tad, I mean Mr. Turner."

"Please call me Tad, except when we're in school.  Now, how long do we have
before your parents get home?

	"Two and a half hours at least."

	"Do you drink beer?"

	"Yea."

I opened the desk drawer where I stored the videos and told him to pick one
while I grabbed a couple of beers.  I told him I didn't want him to have
more than one because of his having to go home so soon. He picked out a
video entitled "Big Meat."

When I put it on I told him we were going to shut it off in 45 minutes even
if it wasn't finished and he could come back again.  I needn't have
worried.


Within 5 minutes, he had fished his cock out of his fly, I looked at it and
followed suit.  The lust in his eyes was something else.  Damn, the kid was
horned up.  I dropped my pants and underwear and kicked him them aside and
then went to work on his fly.  He didn't resist but helped me get rid of
his shorts and his cock popped up, in all its young magnificence, totally
free of all confinement.

I lifted his T-shirt over his head and there, by my side, was a beautiful,
naked, big cocked teenager.  Except for the farmer's tan on his face and
arms, his skin was smooth and white.  It was my first experience with a
teenager and I couldn't get over the exquisite beauty of his long, thin,
boyish body no more than I could get over the size of his cock and his
balls -- at the same time I realized the long lanky cock was perfect -- it
belonged on his long, lanky body. Neither of us had touched the other's
genitals, but I was hotter than I'd ever been in my life.  His eyes
departed the TV screen long enough for him to look at my 8-inch cock
pointing to the ceiling and he immediately switched his hand from his cock
to mine.  The instant his hand left his cock I grabbed hold of it and he
flinched -- really flinched -- I guess it was the first time he had ever
been touched there.

I didn't ask, I just bent over and kissed him on the mouth.  He caught on
to kissing right away.  Finally, I said, "Luke, have you ever been sucked
off?"

"No, do you want to suck it?"

"I'd love to and I considered he had granted all the permission required,
so I bent down and engulfed his teen cock into my mouth.  I didn't get to
suck it for long.  He shot a massive load of cum into my mouth.  I guess
the kid really did need to pop his nuts.

Within seconds, his jacking brought me to climax.  He put his hand over my
cockhead to limit where my ejaculation could go, then licked it off his
hand.  "Oh God, Tad, I've wanted to taste someone else's cum for I don't
know long.  God but it was warm and sweet.

I gave him some chewing gum and some mints and told him to brush his teeth
the minute he got home.  I hoped we could do this again and I didn't want
his parents to get suspicious. I drove him home and we made it a whole hour
before his parents were due home.

On the way, he told me I'd like teaching in Kansas Junction; it was a small
school but a surprising amount of the boys were into sex with other boys
and with men -- if they were lucky enough to get an adult partner.

I found his unsolicited information of great interest (as you can well
imagine) and couldn't wait for school to start.  Of course, Luke also
assured me that we'd have another get together as soon as possible.  He
asked me if my telephone number was the same as my grandpa's had been.

Mid morning, the next day, Luke called and said his mother wanted to talk
to me.  Shit, I damn near dropped both the phone and my cup of coffee.

When she came on the line, she said, "Mr. Turner, Luke told me that he met
you last evening and I want to talk to you about something."

I thought -- here it comes, I'll be looking for another job before I even
start this one -- if it will even be possible to find another one.

"Certainly Mrs. Dawson"

"Well, by coincidence or otherwise our house is the same as yours, until
your grandparents remodeled it and added a second story.  I was wondering
if we could come over and look at yours as we want to add a second story
and were on our way to Hays to talk to a contractor that has been
recommend,

"Certainly, Mrs. Dawson, I'd be happy to have you look at it if you'll
excuse an unmade bed and a few towels on the bathroom floor that I haven't
taken down to the basement yet."

"Your house is probably immaculate.  I use the same cleaning lady."

"When did you have in mind to come over?"

"As soon as I can get Luke to put on something other than a T-shirt, if
that's OK."

"Fine, I'll make some fresh coffee."

Before making the coffee I ran back up and pulled the spread up on the bed
in case there were some pecker tracks on the sheets.

Luke had on a sports shit, totally unbuttoned.  He was even better looking
than I'd remembered.  After introductions I gave them a tour of the house
and said that if they went outside they could almost relate to what rooms
were above the first floor rooms if they looked at the window placements.
When we came back in I asked Mr. and Mrs. Dawson if they realized Grandma
was a graduate Architect but she had never obtained a license and never
practiced because she met grandpa a few months after she finished college.
They didn't, so I asked them to come down to the basement.  I had forgotten
to show them the den down there anyway.  I opened a file cabinet behind a
desk because I remembered numerous, cardboard tubes that I knew contained
some of grandma's drawings.  I found one marked Turner Farm House and
opened it.  It was grandma's original drawings for adding a second story,
plus the remodeling of a portion of the basement into a den and the
pre-fabricated fireplaces, in a vertical row, in the den, living room above
and second floor, master bedroom.

Mrs. Dawson was absolutely out of her mind.  I told her she could borrow
them if she had them reproduced, as I wanted the originals back.  I thought
she was fucking going to kiss me in front of her husband, but she hugged me
instead.

Back upstairs, Luke asks his mom if he could hang out with me instead of
going to Hays with them.  She turned to me and asked if that would be OK.
I said it would, as I didn't know anyone locally as yet and I would enjoy
Luke's company.  They hadn't even gotten their car started when Luke
grabbed me and started kissing me.

Even through our clothes, I could feel his big, hard, teen cock pushing
against my suddenly erected dick.  If it had been possible we would have
kept our open mouth lock but I broke it off when we got to the stairs,
because they were quite steep -- guess grandma had make a sacrifice there
because of lack of room.  Once in the upstairs hall we locked our mouths
again and managed to get to my bed and I pulled back the spread.  We then
ripped each other's clothes off and Luke pulled me down on top of him,
crosswise in the king size bed -- and the sex began!

And how it began!  I can, in all honesty say Luke was the hottest, and most
wound up guy I'd ever been in bed with. I think last night had been his
first time.  Maybe I had created a monster.  And, maybe he had created one
in me, too.  It was unbelievable how we were going for each other.

"Luke, lets get into bed properly."  I thought a pause might calm him down
a bit, but it was immediately apparent that it would take more than a pause
to calm the boy down.  He immediately went for my cock and had the whole
8-inches in his mouth in nothing flat.  I turned around to a 69 position.
I sure as hell didn't want him to shoot without his cock in my mouth.

In no time he shot the biggest load of cum down my throat that I'd ever
experienced and I wasn't far behind him.  He followed my example of last
night on the couch and didn't pull off -- in fact, he swallowed it and he
still didn't pull off.  He just held it in his mouth the same as I was
doing to his hot, overcharged boyhood.

I let him call a halt to it.  I was enjoying it as long as he wanted to
continue.  Finally he turned around, put his head on my chest and his hand
around my shaft.

"That was so good, Tad."

"That was better than good.  That was the hottest sex I've ever had."

"Do you like my cock?"

"No, it's the tiniest, ugliest cock I've ever seen."

"Are you kidding me? I hope"

"Of course I'm kidding you.  I loved your cock when I first saw it in you
pant leg last night over at Allen and Tom's."

"You made me hot when I caught you adjusting and rubbing your hard on
through your pants.  That was a fun game.  I'd never done anything like
that before.  It got me so excited."

"Me, too.  And I'll prove I like your cock.  I'll show you some cocks like
yours on floppies I've saved."

"Tad, can we do it again today, or maybe twice?"

"I know you have an almost perpetual erection.  If I can get mine up we can
and with you around I don't think there will be any problem on my part."

"Let's take a break for now and to downstairs."

He started to put his jockeys back on until I said, "Luke, consider this
for a moment.  Why don't we just go naked for the rest of the day?"

"Fuck, I'd have a hard on the whole fucking day."

"Fuck, I'd hope so.  I love to look at it as you discovered last night at
Allen and Tom's."

He dropped his jockeys back down on the floor and kissed me."

"Luke, was last night your first time?"

"Yea except for jacking off with a kid I know from school that sleeps over
once in a while.  And, thanks for last night, Tad and for today, too.  I
couldn't go to sleep last night thinking about you sucking my cock and I
had to jack it again so I could get to sleep.  I was so fucking happy
having been with you. "

I grabbed him.  It was my turn to kiss him.

It was almost noon and I asked Luke what he'd like for lunch, did he want
me to fix something or did he want to go to town and get something?  He
asked me if I'd mind going down town.  I replied that I could almost
guarantee that where ever we ate it town it would beat my cooking by a
mile. We dressed and ended up in a teen-age hangout serving burgers,
french-fries and malts and that is exactly what both of us had.

We were waiting for our order when a black haired, good looking, well built
stud came over and said "Hi, Luke, can I join you two.  You're the only one
I know in here today."  Luke looked at me and I nodded an OK and Luke said,
"Park it."  After that, Luke introduced us and explained that I was a new
teacher starting next school year.

The kids name was Nick and during the course of the conversation I found
out he was a senior, not involved in athletics -- just a well build stud.
(I guessed he was of Italian parentage.)

The place wasn't crowded but Nick and Luke kept talking in low voices.
"Seen anyone interesting lately, Luke."  Luke told him this was the first
time he'd been in town all week.  Nick said he couldn't find a cunt hanging
around any of the usual haunts.

Luke said, "You'll live.  It might be dull for you, but you'll live until
one shows up."

"Don't be too fucking sure of that, Luke, you know me."

Later Nick asked Luke what his plans were for the afternoon.  I think it
took Luke by surprise -- like he'd never expected a chance to hang with
Nick.

"My parents are in Hays for the day and I'm staying at Mr. Turner's house
across the street."

"Oh, now I've got you placed.  I knew of the Turners.  Are you related?"

"Grandson"

"Would you guys mind if I followed you back to Mr. Turner's house?"

I knew Luke and I were having the same thoughts -- fuck that sure blows our
plans - but I guessed that Luke didn't want to refuse the guy, so I said,
"Fine".

In the car, Luke started cussing like I'd never heard a teenager cuss.  He
knew more bad words than I did by far.  "That fucking, bragging, cunt
fucker.  All our plans are down the drain."

"Luke, maybe he'll get bored and split. You parents are gone for the day.
Don't lose hope and sure as hell don't show him that you're disappointed."
When we pulled into my driveway and parked I noticed his muffler was loud
enough to be heard for a mile around.  I also noticed he walked with sort
of a swagger.  He was a cheeky bastard, as the English say.

The first thing he said, once in the house, was "Teach, do you have any
beer.  If not, I can go back to town and get some."

"I've got some."  Luke, do you want one, too."  He did, so I came back with
three.  It was an extremely pleasant day, not too hot, so we went back out
to the screened-in front porch.  Luke and I sat together in the porch
swing, which left a couple of rockers for Nick to choose from.  He turned
one around to face the swing.  Fuck him; I let my leg touch Luke's -- kind
of a signal to him in a way.  The gesture would have meaning for Luke but
none for Nick.

 Nick finished his beer before Luke and I had three swallows.  I told him
the beer was in the kitchen, in the fridge; help himself if he didn't mind.
When Luke and I were starting our second, he was finishing with his fourth
and things began to get interesting.

He might be a senior this next year in school, but he had only one topic of
conversation, girls, tits, eating cunt, fucking and how they screamed when
he sank his big cock into them.  How he liked to ass fuck them as well as
he did to cunt fuck them but how not many would go for that.

Well, it was enough sex talk that I got an erection and I looked over at
Luke and he did, too.

"When Nick came back with another beer, he asked " Teach, where's your
john, I've gotta piss like crazy?  I told him there was one downstairs - go
through the door in the entry at the back of the stairs or there's another
one upstairs.  He didn't come back and didn't come back, so I said to Luke,
"What the fuck do you suppose is taking the prick so long.  He couldn't
urinate for as long as he's been gone."

"Luke said, let's go see."

The downstairs bath was empty so we went upstairs.  The upstairs bathroom
door was open and he wasn't in there either.  When we looked in the master
bathroom, he was sprawled out on the bed, naked and rubbing his erection --
a fat seven- inch cut cock.

"What the fuck took you guys so long to find me.  One of you has got to
fuck me.  I'm going crazy.  I haven't shot off for a week."  He sure was;
he looked as hot as Luke had been this morning.  I said to Luke, "I'll fuck
him and you suck his cock."  I got some lube from the nightstand, told him
to lie on his side and lift his top leg.  "Luke, some guys lose their hard
on when they're getting fucked, some don't but Nick says he's carrying a
big load, so just keep it in your mouth if it's soft or blow him like mad
if he's hard."

I knew the bragging, little bastard had been fucked before, so I gave it to
him all at once without pausing.  "Jesus Christ, what are you putting up
there?"  Luke responded, "He's got an 8-inch, fat, fuck pole" and went down
on the guy's cock.

"Oh God, I've never had such a big one up my ass.  Fuck me like you'd fuck
a cunt."  I thought, fuck that idea, but I'm sure as hell going to fuck the
shit out of you, boy.

It had been only two hours since Luke had emptied my nuts, so I knew I
could fuck him for a long time and I intended to do just that. I was going
to fuck the little shit until he was really crazy.  Finally he did shoot,
he had maintained an erection and he shot a week's store of hot, stud cum
into Luke's near virgin mouth.

I pulled out as soon as he'd shot, figuring I'd save my load for Luke and I
immediately began spanking his ass.  The little fucker loved it.  He was
squirming around as much or more as when we first saw him naked on the bed.
"Luke, kiss me, kiss me.  I think, I'm going to shoot again" and he was
right, he shot three feet -- onto Luke's genitals and my sheets.  When we
had all recuperated, we went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up.

"Thanks guys, I really needed that and you two are hot as hell, believe
me."

"We enjoyed it too, Nick, and now I have a favor to ask of you."

"Anything, man, anything."

"Luke and I have just found each other, neither Luke nor I shot off in the
bedroom and now we want to take care of each other.  I'd like you to grab
another beer from the fridge and we'll see you again sometime, I hope.  I
also hope you keep your mouth shut."

"I understand, teach. Luke's a lucky dude to have a cock like yours to mess
around with."  He gave us each a kiss, got dressed, and went downstairs.
We heard his muffler as he pulled off the driveway.

Luke broke out into almost hysterical laughter. He laughed so hard that he
started me laughing too, even though I wasn't too sure what we were
laughing about.

"That just has to be the biggest surprise of my life.  He might like girls
but he's also as queer as they come.  I never in my wildest dreams thought
I'd ever see him getting fucked or that I'd ever suck his cock."

As they say, "Never judge a person by the color of his skin."

"I think he got more than he was expecting when you rammed that 8-inch cock
of yours all the way up his ass."

"I'll buy that.  He kept talking so much that I wish I'd shoved it in his
mouth instead of his boy cunt."  That started Luke laughing again, until
our eyes met and then it ended, Luke grabbed me and kissed me and, as had
happened earlier, walked me back to the bedroom without ever taking his
tongue out of my mouth.

The beautiful, young boy was again hotter than I could imagine any boy
could ever get.

"Tad, fuck me."

"Some day, but it would hurt you -- we'll need to get you ready."

He accepted that, scooted around and we 69'd again.  Our loads weren't a
week old, but there is nothing like receiving the love juice from a cock
that has recently shot off.  When we climaxed, almost at the same time, the
juice from our cocks was not only warm it was sweet and fresh.  I was
really getting a taste for Luke's cum.  After recovering from sex for the
third time in a short time span, we showered together.  Luke remarked that
it was something he'd never thought of two men doing together.  He liked
it.

Thanks, guys, for reading my story when there are so many to choose from at
Nifty.  Joe