Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2008 16:01:48 -0800 (PST)
From: larry_c_ @ excite.com
Subject: My Own Story, chapter 4

Please write me and let me know your opinions...but be constructive!

A story of how a kid got caught up in sexual involvement with his friends;
if this offends, do not read; if this is illegal in your area, stop now!
So, if you do continue, you do at your own risk, and hopefully pleasure as
well.

Now this is turning into me becoming an Adult giving his story. I realize
chapter three wasn't quite as full of sex as were the first two...but there
will be more to cum!

We left off...

She was a beautiful young lady, and she really did try to satisfy me in all
aspects of married life. I even got better grades because of being with
her. But...

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My Own Story
		Chapter Four

Yeah...that little word...but...always causes problems, doesn't it! And I
am the first to admit that I still had them. In fact, in some ways, they
became even more complicated as the months and years began flowing past me
like a windstorm.

The first few months of our marriage were calm and gratifying, but then I
got called into service by my church outreach committee. I was given the
opportunity to travel through Mexico and Central America representing the
missions department as the lead singer on a Gospel Ensemble and Speaking
team that traveled for three weeks. I was now a Junior in college, making
me right at 20 years of age. I was the only singer that could share a
musical message in Spanish, so I had a few solo numbers that were
accompanied by guitar and/or vocal background of the rest of the team
singers. Not to brag, because actually everyone on the team had excellent
voices, but just for the reason I was singing in the language of the
audience, I was a hit every night we shared our message.

The best song I did had a guitar accompaniment...and the guitar player had
just turned 18 the week before we left on the trip. Of course, there had to
be rehearsal times together for us to sound as good as we needed to. And
I'll be honest, this guy had been an object of a few jerk-off sessions of
my own even before I got married.

You see, besides his guitar playing abilities, he also played the Tuba, so
we sat together in the church orchestra for almost two years prior to the
trip we were now on, and I had also helped tutor him on a couple of his
High School projects to assure that he passed them well enough to remain on
his school sports teams. So, there was more than just a casual "hi...how
are you" acquaintance between us. He was too young to get real close to
during that time for many reasons. First, I was studying to become a
teacher, and so I had to hide my inner feelings about guys. Second was that
his age scared me, because if we had done anything, and I had been caught
with him...there'd go my entire future as a teacher...or even worse, a
career as a convict! But third was even worse...I was married, and it would
simply kill my wife's heart if she even thought I had a problem with liking
other males.

However, now that he had turned 18, the legal part seemed to melt away as I
spent time practicing with him on tour...because while we prepared for the
trip, unknowingly to him ( I hoped, anyway) he had turned me on so much
that I spent many an hour in the bathroom trying to release tensions before
my wife noticed any points of interest, as it were! Why? ...you might ask!

He was about 5'9" tall, and on the thin side, but very sculptured from
being on his swim and track teams at his High School. He often wore a tank
top when we practiced, because he liked his arms to be free and unhampered
as he played the guitar. He also wore loose shorts a lot because he wanted
to be relaxed and informal enough to be creative with his style of
accompaniment...and he was very good at it, believe me. Well...this type of
dress allowed me to see his arms and legs, and occasionally his personal
attributes if the angle was just right. Adding to all this was his jet
black hair that framed his face in such a way as to remind me of a
recording star's record label. Then there was also the hair on his arms and
legs...and that tan...damn, the more I looked, the better it seemed!

I'm not sure that he had any underlying reasons to be this bohemian in his
style, but I sure as hell did! I began to daydream that just maybe, he was
trying to see if I could be turned on. I had hopes, or at least designs of
my own, that he was actually trying to seduce me by his apparent innocence
as he kept proving his excellent youthful artistry with his instrument. And
yes, I did notice from time to time that he was a normal teen-aged horn
toad...at least he had normal boyhood wood for no noticeable reason...and
that added to my hopes that just maybe, he liked me too.

So now, back to the trip practice sessions...now that he was old enough to
be considered legal if he made choices to get better acquainted. The
weather in Central America was very humid and hot. When the ladies of the
group were shopping, and the guys were enjoying the beaches, we usually
remained quite unadorned as we rehearsed in our room. Well...not really
"our" room per se, because I actually shared with another person who was a
bit older than me for the entire trip because he was also a married
man. But for the moment, I had gone to his room to practice. He was sitting
on his bed, cross legged, guitar across his lap, and ready to start ... but
he was wearing just his white briefs to keep cool in this heat, and his
seated position left nothing to the imagination...believe me!

He grinned at me when he noticed that I was just standing there looking at
him...

      "Dang, Cliff...never seen a guy comfortable before? Make yourself at
home, Dude! Get comfy, yourself! No one else'll be around for hours. "

      "Uh...sure Kam...whatever! Sure glad we don't have to be formal with
each other. I appreciate that...really I do! Thanks a bunch. It means a
lot, Man, honest!"

I decided that it was only respectful of me to match his outfit, so neither
of us felt self-conscious. I wore boxers, myself, but other than that,
there was an atmosphere of freedom to be a couple of simple guys having a
good musical time together. The rehearsal time passed way too quickly,
especially since there were moments that proved how horny an 18 year old
can get as he was totally absorbed in artistic expression ... as we sat
side –by-side on his bed, involved in creating beautiful music together,
and occasionally not realizing that our legs touched, and surges of other
excitement zinged between us from the (supposedly) unconscious contact of
hot flesh, rubbing hair, and muscles' movements.

Nothing actually sexual happened that day, but there's no question in my
mind that it did lead to other things later on the trip...say, maybe three
days later! We had left Mexico and arrived in El Salvador. We had all been
very careful along the way to drink bottled water or fruit
juices...but...as anyone knows, somehow, somewhere in Latin America, things
catch up with travelers. It happened...hard and fast. There was no way
under Heaven that I was going to be able to attend the picnic given in our
honor by the locals of the community. I was just too drained
of...of...let's just say...all my energy to even leave my room. The entire
team had left for the day without me.

After being alone for about an hour, there was a knock on my door...and it
was Kam!

      "Hey Cliff...I stayed back today too...uh...same problem! Mind if I
come in, and we sort'a keep each other company in our misery?"

      "C'mon in, Buddy...I think I'm done with the worst, and am just
laying here feeling weak and pooped out (no pun intended). You're welcome
to join me, I'd like the company!"

This time I was the one in just my boxers, so he did what he thought best,
and stripped to his tidy-whiteys again. But then, he walked to the bedside
and told me to scoot over so he could recoop too...and under the sheet he
climbed, and stretched out next to me to watch the TV with me. He still
acted as if he was innocent, but shit...I got an instant hard-on in spite
of my lack of energy otherwise...and somehow I thought he knew it.

As we both lay there, we stretched our legs, and again they touched...but
this time, we were aware of it, and neither of us pulled back away. It
became apparent too that under that light weight sheet, two items of
interest were making tent-like mounds in the material. For a while, we both
tried to ignore that fact...but we were both way to obvious in our "not
noticing" the construction zones.

      "Uh...Kam...you mind if I ...get a little more freedom? I need to get
a bit less tied up under here...know what I mean?"

      "You do? ... shit, Man...you got boxers at least! These briefs are
really binding! Let's get rid of all but the sheet. It's fine with me...I
mean...I will if you will. It's not like we don't know each other or
nuthin'."

      "Dang, am I glad we are both musicians...you know, artistic
temperaments and all...no hang-ups about being ourselves. Here goes my
shorts!"

      "AHHhhhh...much better. Now Kamito can do his own thing any way he
feels like. Thanks, Pal! I'm glad we both have such free spirits!"

As we settled back down to relax again, it seemed as if our legs pressed
even harder together. Our arms also rested one on top of the other, and our
hands seemed to find each others fingers, and grasped as if to say...glad
you're here to each other. Oh yes, there was definitely some small tension
in the air as we held ourselves motionless and stared at the TV show. My
hand became a bit clammy as I held his...and I'm sure his did also. Kam
began to shake a little, as if he was cold...but I knew that it was nervous
excitement building. And then...

      "Cliff...I got a small confession to make...can I tell ya somethin'
and not make you upset?"

      "C'mon, Man...I'd never get upset with you...especially
since...since..."

      "Since we may have more in common than just our music?"

      "UH...yeah, Kam...I think you may be correct!"

      "Cliff...I really didn't need so much tutoring...I've been an `A'
student most o f my life! I just wanted you near me...I enjoyed how we had
the same temperament. My parents have no clue about my feelings or my likes
and dislikes. You do. It's like we share things that no one else can
understand. I don't know why...all I know is that it's a good thing, and I
want more of it."

      "I think I do know why, and it's hard for me to be honest about it,
Kam. But I have to be! Yes, I'm a married man, but somehow I still want to
be near you...with you...uh...and I don't mean just in the same room with
you. God help me, but Kam...I...I..."

      "SSSSSSSSHHHhhhhhhh, You don't have to say it. I feel it...as deeply
as you do! I have for over a year! I knew I had to wait until I was 18 for
your safety, but you went the fuck and got married! I thought I had lost my
chance! Cliff...I know we share the same desires...and now that you're
right here with me...and we're alone for the day...uh...I really want..."

I took his hand and placed it into my groin. I was rock hard and leaking
already, just from the discussion. His fingers released my hand, and began
to inspect my woody with so much tenderness and loving caress. I asked him
if he had really gotten sick this morning, and he blushed, saying no, but
that it was the only way he thought we'd get time alone without making the
rest of the group suspicious. After all, it was a church group, and we were
so far away from home if something went wrong. That's when my hand drifted
gently to his rod...and shit! It had to be a full eight inches or more in
length, even though it wasn't near as thick as my own six and a
half. And...it was leaking so much liquid that I thought he may have
already shot off a load...but he had not...not yet, anyway! That's when we
both leaned toward each other, and our lips met.

For the rest of the day, a full year of hidden emotions was let out between
us. We shared every possible inch of each other in so many ways only
possible between two males. We were equals! We understood every aspect of
the other's needs and wants. It was evident that Kam was no newcomer to
these proceedings, but it still had a real freshness to our mutual
expressions toward each other. No guilt...no shame...no apologies...just
pure enjoyment of one another for over four hours. It was a real relief to
find out that we had both felt exactly the same, and no longer needed to
keep it from the other...and we were both able to recover and reload at
least four times from various stimuli to all possible bodily entries.

When we figured it was about time for the rest of the group to return from
the picnic, I told him to go back to his own room and get back into bed so
that no one would find out he wasn't ill. He agreed, and almost sadly,
dressed to leave. I did have to remind him that I was married and didn't
want my relationship with my wife to fall apart, but that I still wanted
him and me to stay as close as we could under the circumstances. He nodded
his agreement and understanding, and left the room.

The rest of the trip went as if nothing had happened between us, and no one
was the wiser. And from that moment until I graduated college and moved
away to where my first teaching job called me, there were several calls for
a soloist and guitar accompanist to share concerts with new audiences away
from home on week-ends.  Unfortunately, with my move, contact was lost for
about three years, before I saw Kam's picture in a travel guide. He was
featured guitarist at a swanky hotel in Lake Tahoe area, and becoming a
recording artist as well. My wife asked if she and I wanted to go to Tahoe
and hear him, and I said that he probably wouldn't remember an old tutor
from his childhood, anyway. She never knew any reason to doubt my thoughts,
because we did go to the Lake for a week's vacation, but at a different
hotel...just for us to enjoy the surroundings.  (Secretly, however, I went
to a florist and had a bouquet sent to his hotel...signed "a distant
admirer from Salvador!"

Unfortunately, Kam was not my only distraction as I began teaching in High
Schools. I taught both Music and Drama classes, including Marching band,
Dance band, Concert Band, String Ensemble, Private Instruction, Acting
Techniques, Play Production, and Three Choirs...Madrigals, Performing
Choir, and Show Choir. The interesting part of these courses was the fact
that they didn't seem like a Math class or English class, but more like
family gatherings. So many of the kids had crappy home lives, and I was
more of a father figure or Big Brother figure to them than anyone they had
at home. They gave me the nickname of "PAPA" out of respect for me and how
I treated them as individuals I cared for and watched over.

The closeness that developed, however, made it difficult for me to keep
from getting too attached, especially to the guys who really needed me the
most. There was my piano accompanist for the choirs...what a hunk! (And it
was evident he was gay, but bashful about it.) Then my student director of
the Jazz Band...a sax player who loved the fact that I knew Mr. Muller and
had performed all the older Big Band stuff, and was willing to share it all
with him in Private Instruction hour. (Not sure if he swung both ways or
not, but he wanted closeness for sure! Besides the fact that he was a
cross-country running red head...MAN!)

Two more students gave me reason to find privacy in the faculty john about
twice a week...my lead actor in the school musical, and my tenor soloist
for state contest. I knew both had crushes on me...not as "Papa", but as
"Big Brother" with whom they wanted to share a room somewhere. They were
open with their feelings, and I had to fight off responding in like
desires, or lose my job. Damn that was hard! Especially when we were on
over-night outings as performers and contest participants...because I
always took my wife along to help chaperone. Maybe the real reason I took
her was to keep me from being stupidly sucked into things toward which my
gut would have pushed me. Just to confess...both these past students still
IM me quite often even today, which is quite a few years later...and to be
totally honest, now that I am divorced...???

I was able to fight off any indiscretion for two full years, but then there
was the kid I trained to be my new Drum Major in the Marching Band
... Donald! He was the son of a dear fellow teacher friend of mine that
helped me get all my needed funding for huge programs that otherwise would
have never happened. Sports always drain a school budget, and so often, a
large-scale musical hasn't got a chance in Hades to grab a buck from the
annual budget. That didn't stop me and my kids. We raised every cent needed
to do shows like Oklahoma, Sound of Music, Oliver...you name `em...all the
"biggies". We even did Godspell, and I used the football head quarterback
as my Jesus character. Did that ever get school-wide participation and
support...wow! Anyway, Mr.Jackson was the powerhouse behind our fund
raising, and as I said, Donald was his son.

Donald and I had already become very good friends away from school because
of my relationship with his Dad. So, it was no surprise that we really
clicked as I gave him private instruction in leading the Band. Remember, I
had all that formal training in Colorado for three years, which gave me a
lot to pour into Donnie to make him the most outstanding Drum Major this
school ever saw in action. He loved the attention, too! There were many
times I had to do `hands-on' techniques to get him to stand properly,
position his body in certain salutes and start-ups that flashed expertise
on the field...as well as help him build body parts that could perform with
great precision at a moment's notice. We swam together, and did exercises
together, and many an hour just plain sweating toward him becoming top
notch. Many times, we wore just t-shirts and shorts...and with the sweat
drenching the materials, the clothing almost seemed to disappear...allowing
the sense of touch to be very noticeable, as was the muscular structure as
visible as if he were naked. Wet cotton actually seems like it disappears!
Sweet!

Needless to say, our friendship deepened more as we worked together
longer. Our families had no idea of anything that could have been
misconstrued as improper, but both Donald and I knew better by the first
time we headed for a Drum Major contest at a State University several hours
away. Since there were no extra tickets to allow family or friends to
attend, due to lack of audience seating areas and the need of the judges to
really concentrate on the contestants, we had to go alone. By now, Donny
was a Junior, and 17 years old...and in our state, 16 was the age of
consent for matters of adult choices. However, there was still the issue of
Student/Teacher relationships that could be questioned as unfair advantage
of power issues. Besides, the social implications were astounding if
anything were ever reported publicly.

Donny brought up the subject of just how we would share a room for the
week-end. I told him we had 2 beds reserved, so we'd have no problems with
validating intensions of doing things properly. But that kid's eyes...and
the way he smiled so seductively...DAMN...I knew what he was asking! And
that first night, when we stripped to our shorts for bed...I crawled into
mine, and he stood at the side of his, looking my way like a sad puppy,
trying to avoid getting into where he knew he ought to be. I couldn't help
it...

      "Donnie...my dear sweet lad, I know you know how much trouble I could
get into if...if...hey, no fair...not those eyes...oh DAMN, kid... I can't
tell you I don't want to...you know I'd be lying to you...you got me
pegged! Uh...you're getting hard...uh...stop flexing those gorgeous pecs
and abs like that!  Shit, you're so hot...and so wanting to...AW Fuck! Get
in here, and to hell with anyone else! Just promise me that nothing ever
goes beyond this room...Please!"

      "Oh, Cliff...Cliff...I'd never ever betray you...I love you...I want
you...I want to give myself to you, and have for months now! This is the
first time I have been able to be honest with you...too many chances of
being hurt until now. Trust me to keep our relationship totally private,
because I could lose as much as you could! Besides, it's me asking
you...not the other way around! Take me...make me your own. Share with me
what we both want...no...we need! We belong in each other's arms, and I
can't wait any longer...and I don't think you can either!"

It's a very good thing that our room had solid cement walls, and was way
down the hall from anyone else who would have known who we are and where we
were from. We were also on the top floor of the hotel, so no one could see
into windows from below. Because, for the next three hours, we became one
in spirit and in body. Donnie was so hot...so beautiful...so well
toned...and just plain knock-out handsome. No one would ever guess he
preferred me to every cheer leader and pom-pom girl at our school.  They
all wanted him, for sure...and he put on a great show publicly, allowing
them to swarm around him day after day. He even had me fooled until
tonight!

We kissed as deeply as if we were married! My tongue explored every nook
and cranny of that fantastic body I had helped build. And damn, was he ever
flexible! He made sure everything was accessible by tongue, hand, mouth,
finger, and nose...whatever I chose to use to get extremely familiar with
my lover. Then...to my surprise, he did all the same things to me in
return. Sex wasn't the issue...love was! And when sex took over, and we
became animalistic in our build to orgasmic beauty, we carried each other
to new heights neither of us had previously experienced.

The moment he lifted his legs to my shoulders, and aimed my cock at that
gorgeous entrance to the tunnel of love, I knew that everything we had
already done was just the prelude to the final act.  I let my tongue prep
that fantastic hole of mystery until it was open and begging to be
entered. ... and enter I did. Slowly and tenderly I passed through the iris
into the most wonderful E-ticket ride of the amusement park...all the while
Donnie moaning and begging for more.

He couldn't be satisfied until my balls were pressing against his pair of
artistically sculptured cheeks. From that point, he took over the action
that sent me into euphoria...which surprised me because I knew he was not
yet well-practiced in this art of love-making. But, he was certainly a
`natural', and we both began climbing toward the clouds. Occasionally, we
would stop and hold a bit so we'd fall away from shooting too soon...we
wanted to last forever in this state of communication. But no one can hold
off forever, and neither could we! The real beauty of it all was that the
moment of truth happened to both of us simultaneously. In the midst of
heavy gasping, loud moaning, and very expressive sounds of
satisfaction...we burst our balls at the very same second...his ass muscles
milking my cock for every drop I had anywhere in my body, and my cock
pressing his prostate with such perfection that his supply flooded our
bodies all the way to his forehead and back to his abs. As I collapsed and
fell onto his spasming form, we became glued together by hot sticky glue
that filled the room with the delicious fragrance only a teen boy could
create.  Hell, if I hadn't been married, I probably would have asked him to
forge a new frontier of political reform. But...but...

The truth was...when the week-end was over, and we traveled back home...I
had to face the fact that I was definitely married and committed to loving
my wife, and hiding my inner truth all over again. Donnie knew that, and
said he understood it way before he even asked for us to share so
deeply. He knew that he had the same mission of hiding his heart to his
family and to all the students he spent every day with...as well as the
ones he would lead to many a perfect band competition because of the
respect they all had for him. We were both sealed to secrecy, and we
consoled each other all the way back home in the car. Our future had to
exist simply on the wonderful memories of these past three days if we were
to survive. It's a good thing that we were both experienced performers...
because this would be the biggest role we'd ever play...and we both knew
it!

This fact weighed so heavy on my heart that I vowed to myself that I would
never ever again become so attached to a student. Oh, I would always be
"Papa" to my kids, and be there for whatever a teacher could properly give
to his student...but to fall away from my commitment to my wife again...I
just couldn't...No way...I can't allow anything to ever hurt her if she
were to discover it or hear about it from someone else...I...I just...

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End of Chapter Four