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Sorry it's been a while in posting this chapter. Sorry this chapter was self edited so excuse any errors. It may be a few weeks before chapter 8 but it will arrive. - Sebastian

Chapter 7

The email had only been the second email I ever received from him. I hated the e-mail but there was nothing I could do. He had me by the balls.

It all started five years ago. It was my first year teaching I was twenty-four. Have you ever fallen in love with someone and you knew from the start it was going to be a disaster? There was this student Benjamin Dunbar. He was a super smart fifteen year-old junior -- very quite and shy and totally hot. He was simply beautiful.

I've always known I was gay but I was never brave enough to come out of the closet. I had several affairs in college but nothing lasting. I've seen lots of attractive guys but none that affected me like Ben.

For the first two months I managed to quell any feelings on my part for Ben. I knew I could not get involved with a student especially one so young. Then one day I heard some bully calling someone a faggot. I stepped out into the hall and there was the bully and Benjamin.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing, sir," replied the bully.

"Nothing," mumbled Benjamin.

"I suggest you guys get on home," I said. The bully took off. Benjamin lingered a bit and slowly turned to leave.

I knew what he was feeling -- "Benjamin, can I see you for a moment." I returned to my classroom and he followed.

"Have a seat," I said and then sat at the desk next to him, "Ben, I know what it's like and I want you to know if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here. You're a good person and an excellent student."

He looked away and then began to cry. I moved to him placing my arm over his shoulder and pulling him closer to me. He hid his face in my chest and continued to cry.

"Ben it's okay. It's okay to cry." He cried for a while.

"It's not okay I hate it! I hate being me. I hate what I am. I want to die. I just want to die. Everybody hates me"

"I don't hate you."

"You would if..."

"If I knew you were gay?"

He nodded.

Then I blurted out, "Why would I hate you? You're smart, and a real hottie -- and I shouldn't have said that."

He pulled away enough to look me in the eye, "You're gay?"

I nodded saying, "But that's not for general knowledge. In fact you're the only one who knows in this school."

"I won't say anything. Don't have any friends anyway."

"Yeah you do, me." He smiled. My heart melted.

The bullying didn't stop. One day he came to school with a black eye. I found out it was Todd Green -- the bully. I hate bullies. So I decided to get even for all the times I'd been bullied by people like Todd Green. I had him expelled. Of course it cost me a bit of money. I had to buy some crack and pot. It was a simple matter of planting it in his locker.

Getting him caught was simple magic. Jeanie Francis, Todd's girlfriend was passing a note to Brenda Jackson via Avril Lloyd and Betty Meyers. I intercepted it opened my own note and read the note aloud. Of course being extremely surprised and as the responsible teacher I had to immediately report the matter to the principle and demand a search of Todd's locker.

Todd being the creep that he was blamed Jeanie -- I insisted he see her note. He was expelled and never returned to school. Just to rub it in I wrote a note in her handwriting telling him I (Jeanie) know that he's gay because he fucks like someone hates women.

A few days later she was going with Bert Carrington -- Todd was a faded memory.

Although I knew I should have stopped our friendship with each day Ben's and my relationship seemed to grow -- he would linger a little longer after school by his locker -- it almost seemed like he was waiting to say goodbye before he left to go home. One day I made the comment "The bad thing about giving pop quizzes is you have to grade them."

"Can I help?" he asked.

And so it started. Each day he would linger by his locker before going home and then offer to help. Our conversations while we worked seemed to get longer and longer. We were on a first name basis when we were alone. I would often drop him off at his home. So many times I wanted to lean over and give him a kiss. Then one day I did -- I kissed him on the cheek before he got out of the car.

It startled him a bit I think. I started to apologize when his hand came up to my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It only lasted for a few moments and for a few moments I relished the kiss.

"I'm sorry I-I shouldn't have done that," I said.

"Why?" asked Ben.

"I'm your teacher and I'm..."

"I know what you're going to say Tom. You're a lot older," he smiled so sweetly. "Age -- it's just a number. I love you and when I'm fifty you'll be fifty-nine and nobody will care."


"But...hmmm yes well you do have a nice butt" he giggled.

"Seriously, Ben, I could get fired."

"I'll never tell," he smiled, "I love you Tom and I know you love me."

"But what happens when you find someone else or we get into an argument or you accidentally say something to your best friend?"

"I'll never find someone else, so what if we argue and you are my best friend," he said softly as he moved his face closer to mine. He kissed me again. The voice in my head that always said "NO" said nothing. I kissed back and our passion grew. Our eyes opened and there were tears in our eyes."

The next day after school he was there as usual in my classroom helping me grade papers but it was different we both seemed to be working as fast as we possibly could. When I commented on it he smiled and said, "I just want to spend more time with you. I love you."

When we got in the car to take him home he spoke, "Tom, it's Friday."

"Yeah, at last."

"I was wondering if maybe we could go out to a movie or something. I already told my parents I would be going out with my best friend."

"And they know your best friend is twenty-four?"

"They know your name is Tom; that I met you at school, that you are older than me and that I am happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I even asked them if they minded that you were older than me and they said no as long as I was happy that was all that was important."

"Please Tommy," he batted his eyelashes at me.

"I suppose resistance is futile," I said smiling.

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"Well, I need to change my clothes so I'm going home."

"Cool." He sat back in his seat.

He giggled a couple of times on the way home. I asked why he said `nothing'. I knew he had something up his sleeve.

As soon as the door was closed he threw his arms around me and we kissed. The intensity of the kisses was growing and soon I found we were both rock hard. His hand went down and grabbed me. I couldn't help but moan.

My hands found there way down to his rock hard penis. It was a decent size - I could fell the shape and warm of it and as I massaged it he moaned. I knew I should have stopped but I couldn't. I wanted him so badly.

"Ben, I love you so much."

"I love you too," he said as he continued to kiss me and massage me. His body stiffened, "Oh! Oh! Tommy! I'm cumming!" I followed suit. I've had orgasms before but nothing like this.

"Oh! My God! That -- That should never have happen!"

"Why?" he asked, "Because I'm fifteen and you're twenty-four! I wanted this! I started it! Tommy I love you. It happens with people who love each other. I've read a lot about it on the Internet. I want to be your lover."

"It's illegal! I could go to jail!"

"You're not. You are not going to jail because only you and I know and I am certainly not going to tell. I want to be with you forever. I want to grow old and gray with you. And beside in two weeks I'll be sixteen and it will be legal. The only thing that is important is that we love each other. You do love me, right?"

"More than anyone or anything. I never want you out of my life." We kissed. I was feeling all sticky and messy. "I need to take a shower."

"Me too. Lead the way. By the way, I'm sleeping over tonight," he said nonchalantly.


"I told my parents I was sleeping over and would be home Sunday night. They are cool. They were going out of town anyway."

"You had this all planned, didn't you?"


"Since when?"

"Since the first time we kissed," he giggled.

I kissed him and we went to the bathroom to shower. By the time we got there I was hard with anticipation of seeing him naked. We both took our time stripping off our clothes our eyes fixed on each other. His body was practically hairless except for armpit hair and a small patch of hair above his dick. He smiled. He was so beautiful.

We got into the shower and bathed each other got out of the shower and dried each other never saying a word. I took him to the bedroom and we lay down on the bed and made mad passionate love. Then fell asleep in each other's arms.

We never went out to the movie the whole weekend and as I drove off from his house I realized I missed him. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Ben.

For the next six months my life was happier than it had ever been. Spring break was coming up I wanted to take him to Europe but his parents had booked a family vacation to go skiing in Canada.

I had never met his parents but I had talked with them over the phone several times. They actually invited me to go with them. There was no way I could pass as a teen and so I declined. Besides I had already booked a trip to the UK. Why the UK? They speak English and I had a few friends there all married and all straight.

When I got back the first thing I did was call Ben.

"Hello, is Ben there?"

"Hi, this is Mr. Dunbar. Is this Tom?"

"Yes sir, it is. I hope you and Mrs. Dunbar had an enjoyable time. May I speak with Ben?"

"Tom," he said solemnly, "I know you were Ben's best friend. I know he loved you very much. Tom, Ben was killed in a skiing accident a week and a half ago. We had the funeral yesterday. We would have contacted you but we didn't have a number."

"No, OH GOD! NO!" I cried.


I don't know that I'll ever be over Ben. I still dream of him. It took me almost a year to snap out of the depression.

Two years ago I had a student that reminded me so much of Ben his name was Josh Keller. I really liked Josh a lot but this time I was way too old for him - 15 years difference. He was quiet like Ben and a loner. But when he came to me, telling me about the bashing of a gay boy, Jerry Walsh, I did nothing.

Why? I did it because I received an email telling me to not get involved with Jerry, Brad and especially Josh. The email contained a photo of Ben and I -- kissing and threatened to send the photo to the school board and Ben's parents.

I knew the person was watching me so I started distancing myself from Josh. After Jerry's death, Josh really hated me. It hurt but I was worried that if I didn't make appear as if Josh and I were mortal enemies he could be hurt. I had lost Ben. My friendship with Josh was ruined, which was just as well. Secretly, I was happy for him when he and Mark became boyfriends. Mark was a good kid.

Now this email says for me to unlock Mark's locker. That's all. If I'd known the consequences of that action I would have never done it. I had applied in secret to another school district in another state hoping that the emailer would not follow me.


I hated Becker. Making him unlock Hathaway's locker was so easy. He's a fucking pedophile. I have proof of that.

He had to steal Benjamin from me. I loved Benjamin. He would have been mine except that fucking pedophile stole him away from me. For months I watched them.

I couldn't take it any more I had to let Benjamin know how I felt. Finally, the break I needed came. Benjamin and his family went to Colorado. He would be away from Becker's influence.

I followed them to Canada. I was seriously nervous, but I knew once I explained things to Ben he'd be mine.

I knocked on his door. He opened it but it was on the chain so only opened a bit.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I wanted to see you. I wanted to apologize. I-I love you, Ben."

"Well, I don't love you. You made my life a living hell. If Tom hadn't helped me I would have killed myself because of the way you victimized me. So, go to hell."

"Becker is evil! He's brainwashed you! Please Ben, listen to me," I cried.

"You're the evil one, not Tom. I love Tom. He loves me. So, go away or I'll call hotel security."

He made me angry. He was truly brainwashed by Becker. I had to think of another tactic.

"Do your parents know? Do they know he's a pedophile? Perhaps, I should tell them? I have proof you know."

He leered at me just like Becker does. He must be possessed.

"Too late, they already know. I told them. I told them I was in love with Tom and that he's my teacher. I'm happy with Tom and they know it and approve. So, just fuck off! Go crawl under the stone you crawled out from under. I hate you."

He slammed the door close.

I pounded on his door and the little ass called security.

I knew what I had to do. I had to save him from Becker. I loved him. He had an accident. I didn't kill him my skies did. They hit him in the head. I didn't do it my skies did. I know they did. I saw them. I knew people would think I did it on purpose but it wasn't me. It was my skies. I had to move his body to make it look like he crashed into a tree.

I loved him.

Then that pedophile tried to get close to Josh. I love Josh. He's so hot. I know he loves me. I knew Walsh was falling for Josh too because of what I heard in the restroom that day.

Brad was a pussy. He was easy to persuade. Jocks are so dumb it's easy to get them to do what you want them to do and they don't even realize it's you who got them started. They are so afraid of being called gay you simply tell them that people will think they are gay.

I knew Josh would go to Becker about Walsh so I reminded Becker of what could happen - such and obedient idiot.

Walsh wasn't so cooperative. He wouldn't listen to me when I told him to leave Josh alone, so my arms pushed him. Can I help it if the truck hit him?

Now, now that bitch Hathaway has seduced sweet Josh. That evil Hathaway and his cohorts have possessed poor sweet Josh. He's just not thinking clearly.

I saw that stupid oaf Jeffries at Josh's house. I know he told them about my threat. He was too enamored with Hathaway.

They are all against me and they are trying to take Josh from me. I can't let them do that.

I shall destroy them all and then Josh will be mine. I love you, Josh.