Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 14:37:53 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: YET ANOTHER TEACHER - PART 3 While Drew was pulling up his pants he asked me if I wanted to do it again next Saturday. I told him I'd see. He asked if I didn't like it. I told him no, I enjoyed it very much but it was a chance encounter, I might not be able to make it next Saturday and if I could, I knew where his house was and I'd come by. The truth of the matter was that I both needed it and liked it while I was doing it, but immediately afterwards I felt dirty, as if it had been wrong. I felt like I'd cheated on Terry and I knew that I wouldn't do it again. When I got home and put the two items I'd bought at the grocery, along with my mom's change, on the kitchen table, I saw the two letters I'd put in the bag along with the groceries. If I'd read the addresses I'd never have gone home with Drew in the first place. Both the letters were from Terry – one was to my mom and one was to me. In my letter he explained that the school board wanted him to come back for the month of July or August to paint the inside and clean and varnish the floors. He knew they were in kind of a bind, so the board agreed to buy enough paint so he could paint the interior of his house, too, which needed it and was owned by the school board. He'd also negotiated with them to pay me, too, while I helped him at the school. He continued that the letter to my mom was much the same except he wanted to write me so he could tell me how much he missed me and how much he loved me plus he'd written the board back telling them he'd come in July because it would break the summer up for both of us. Then he told me what bus he'd be arriving on in Colton and asked me to meet him. When he got off the bus and before he even picked up his luggage, he put his hands under my armpits and swung me around in a circle. On the way home he had his hand on my shoulder all the way. "Well, Joey, which do you want to see first – me or my dick?" "You of course, but now that I've already seen you, that leaves your dick." "Hey, you're right, and I want to see yours, too. Is it already hard? Mine sure is. I guess they've missed each other just as much as we have." Terry no sooner unlocked the door and we entered than he began undressing me before raising the blinds, turning on the water or the lights or anything else. He decided the only thing that would bring us mutual satisfaction at the same time would be 69 so we flopped on the bed and began sucking each other's cock. He climaxed first, which made me happy, as it seemed to mean, in my mind, that he really had missed me. When my mom got home we both crossed the street to my house and he gave my mom a present that brought her to tears – an electric iron which meant after you'd heated up the stove for hot water to do the laundry you were done with it; keeping it hot to heat the irons was now a thing of the past during the summer heat. Irons and coffee percolators were the first two electric kitchen appliances that I remember. They were followed, over the years, by fans, waffle irons and refrigerators but maybe not in that order. You still had to fire up the stove to cook during the summer, unless you contented yourself with cold food. If a hot meal was served, it was generally eaten on the front porch where it was cooler. For bath water you used the stove just long enough to heat a couple of large teakettles to boiling, which you then poured into the already drawn water in the bathtub. Before Terry had left home he'd purchased some old dress shirts and pants to be cut off, from the Salvation Army for us to use as work clothes. As already mentioned, men wore what is now boxers and open arm undershirts. Boys generally wore one piece, lightweight underwear known as BVD's because of their manufacturer. Most of the time we just wore the cut-off pants and nothing above the waist. The ceiling of the school was wood boards, so Terry just scrubbed it clean of the smoke from the stove, along with the light fixtures, while I scrubbed the combination chairs and desks fastened into rows on 2" x 4"s. While he kalsomined the walls, I scrubbed the floors getting them ready for him to varnish. We finished by dusting the window blinds, washing the windows and painting the exterior side of the entry doors to keep them from deteriorating. Of course, and despite our paint and dirt covered bodies, we took long lunch hours and had sex – most of the times it got really hot – the sex that is. Last, we dismantled the stovepipe, took it outside and cleaned the soot out of it. After the first week of working on the school, Terry asked if I could stay over Friday night and Saturday as I'd done when school was in session. My mom really surprised us when she replied, Just keep him all week and both of you come over here for supper. He's back to his normal self since you came back. He moped around with no energy, no smile on his face, all through June. I think he needs a break from me and I need one from him, too. Just return him in a good mood. My mood improved right away, as soon as we got into the bath together. With no school, Terry didn't shave everyday, which gave us more bath time to concentrate on more important things – things like each other's erections. I knew that if I lived to be 101 years old, this July would be the happiest month I'd ever have. That night after bathing and then eating supper at my house, we went to bed early, both tired from working, stretching, kneeling, climbing ladders and from just the heat. Almost too tired for sex. "Joey, we're both tired, we both want to do something, but lets just do like we normally do. I'll throw an arm and my leg over you, nuzzle my head up to your neck and we'll both go to sleep. Because I know you, you'll wake up and start playing with my cock. You'll finally wake me up and I'll have a mammoth erection. I'll tell you to suck it. You will and you'll get it all covered with your saliva. I'll stick it up your boy twat and fuck you like you've never been fucked before and I'll give you my love juice and you'll shoot yours all over my chest and stomach." It was a pretty accurate prediction of what was to take place except I got off twice and we spent another thirty minutes, at least, with his telling me how much he loved me, how he hoped I didn't get tired of his telling me that he loved me. He had tears streaming down my cheeks but, somehow, I managed not to cry aloud. I never slept more soundly than I did that night after we both got back to sleep. When we finished the school and went on to his house, the work to be done and the routine of doing it was much the same, except I also washed and ironed the curtains. The whole month passed without us seeing Drew; guess he was busy, too. Finally, July came to an end and our last conversation on our last night in bed centered on the next school year and the year after that when he'd be a teacher and I'd be a student in Colton's high school. By the time I graduated from high school, I'd be seventeen and Terry would be twenty-seven. We were both certain that we'd still love one another. Beyond that we only had hopes. Wish us luck!