Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 13:02:50 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: GAY TEACHER-GAY STUDENT 2 Kurt jumped out of bed and turned the radiator valves to the off position which stopped the banging noises, then looking at the digital alarm clock, announced, "It's only 5:30" and fell back into bed. Again on his back and uncovered, he asked, "Did you sleep OK, Jason." "Only because I was very tired. Kurt can I ask you a favor?" "Anything." Tonight could we wear our shorts to bed?" "Where you cold sleeping naked below the waist?" "Actually I found it comfortable. Clothing never seems to move with you when you change positions but I've never slept that way with another person. I had an urge to touch you when I woke up and saw you on your back and uncovered, this morning. It was so erotic." "Is that something like sexy?" "Yes, it's a lot like sexy" "You should have touched it then. I jacked off while holding yours last night." With that said, he ripped the covers off me and said, "You're hard again! You've sure got a big one!" Not waiting for an invitation he rolled over, grabbed it and scooted over in the bed until we were cock to cock, and started jacking me off. I started doing the same to him and we both exploded all too soon. He whispered "Holy shit, that was hot! Too hot to last." I kissed him and we stayed there, locked together, and so totally relaxed that we quickly fell back asleep plastered together to wake again at 8:30. We showered together after he assured me that Claudia never came upstairs as she had arthritis in her hips. When we opened the door to go downstairs, we called to Claudia from the balcony. She was packing pottery for shipment and told Kurt to fix us breakfast, telling him there was a bowl of pancake batter, on the counter next to the range, already mixed with a tea towel over it, the bacon was on the bottom shelf of the fridge and coffee was already made. After breakfast, we went back out to the studio. Claudia's pottery was really terrific -- the shapes and the glazes both. I asked if I could help her with her packing. She said not unless I could figure out a way to make cardboard partitions to separate the pots. I responded that I'd work on the problem before the weekend ended if she'd explain her needs. "Tomorrow. Right now you and Kurt better work on your unloading and unpacking." "Jase, you laid your keys on the dresser. I'll run up and get them and our jackets." Alone, Claudia said. "You must be a magician. I've never seen Kurt as exuberant and happy as he seems this morning." "Let's hope it lasts, Claudia, he seems to have taken to me right away and I think he's out of this world." "I knew you'd like him. Everyone likes Kurt, but it seems to be difficult for him to form close friendships. Thanks Jason." "There's no need to say thanks.Jason, there's something I forgot to mention to you yesterday. I have arthritis in my hips and don't like to climb the stairs up to Kurt's room. If you'll get after Kurt and help him dust and vacuum, change the bedding, do your own laundry, that kind of thng, I want you to stay here as a member of the family -- no charge for room and board." "Claudia, that's overly generous." "No, it's what I want. I insist!" Kurt was really excited when he saw I had a computer in the car and agreed to show him how to work it and again when I had to untie a portfolio carrying case so he could see my pastel chalk drawings -- all portraits and agreed to do one of him this afternoon. He had me open the case again to show Claudia and exclaimed that I was going to do one of him this afternoon. A school friend, Sammy, two years older than Kurt, already a skinhead, bombed in, waited and watched as I finished Kurt's portrait. Kurt volunteered for me to do one of Sammy. I explained it would take an hour if they had something planned and they couldn't be rolled up and would need to be protected by a sheet of tissue paper until framed. Unwittingly I had just launched myself into a second career in Clayton.I ended up doing portraits of every young boy and girl and half the mothers in the area -- for which I charged a hundred dollars each. Kurt, Sammy and I went for a long hike before he left, leaving his portrait with me until his parents brought him back in the car with flat pieces of cardboard to carry it in. We started by walking up the hill and on to the main ranch house. Kurt explained that Claudia still owned the ranch and leased it to a man named Bill Coleman. The following Saturday, while the three of us were talking together in Kurt's room, Kurt, out of the blue said, "Jase, show Sammy your dick." Result -- a three way every Saturday that Sammy came over as well as those Fridays when he brought a sleeping bag for a sleepover, which for some reason never got unwrapped. And I'd thought two in the bed was crowded. Claudia quit around four and asked if we'd mind going to the No-No for supper and she'd fix a big Sunday dinner and have it ready in the early afternoon. Kurt was eager to go to the No-No, so that decided the matter. Claudia had worked at her packing all day and was visibly tired and Kurt and I were making eye contact at every chance. We'd had Claudia's highballs after instead of before supper, due to eating at the No-No, so by mutual agreement we agreed to have an early night. For Kurt and me, the night had just begun. Kurt looked fragile but he was so fucking hot that he was a real dynamo when it came to sex. He had my pants off faster than I could have taken them off myself and my cock was at attention before he got his off even though he'd achieved the feat one handed because he never broke our kissing embrace, Both of us had experienced very few sexual encounters, even though I'd watched some taking place in college, and were both yjnaive as all get out. Neither of us knew the meaning of the gay labels like top, bottom, oral and anal but it didn't matter, nothing mattered except that we wanted each other. Although we'd known each other only one day, we still wanted each other. What we did know was that our cocks would orgasm when wehad sex like they'd done this morning and the feeling would again be indescribable. Without breaking our kiss, we grabbed the other's sex organs at the same time. I felt that for the first few times I should give Kurt a freehand to experiment and find what excited him the most. So far he hadn't gotten further than touching and looking at my genitals. He laid his head on my stomach so that my cock was about six inches from his face, played with my shaft and my balls and if he said it once he said it a dozen times, "I can't believe how big it is." I was glad he thought so as it was almost but not quite seven; Harold, the guy from my dorm, that I'd 69'nd with at the first party in college, told me it was thick and that made it hot to suck on. All that mattered to me about Kurt's was that it was his. I hadn't seen a lot of teenage boys naked but Kurt's was four inches, as big around as a nickel, cut and as beautiful as the rest of him. His face was so close to my dick that I changed my mind about letting him find his own way. I was so hot I just blurted out, "Suck it!" Those words need no interpretation even to someone who's never sucked a cock before. Kurt went down on it and sent me straight to heaven. I saw he was rock hard and ready to pop, so I masturbated his boy cock a couple of strokes and that was all it took. He laid his head on my stomach again. It took a couple of minutes for us to recover even sufficiently to begin talking again. We slept totally naked and plastered together all night. I woke way earlier than I usually do, got hastily dressed, and assembled my computer on Kurt's desk, prepared to move it if he told me to. I remembered Claudia using second hand boxes and wadded up newspapers as packing materials for packing and I wanted to find out what was available on the Internet. I showed her several printouts and explained them to her, telling her I could make partitions if I had a sharp tool like an Exacto knife and made a pattern first to trace on the partitions. She realized that it would be time consuming and was really taken by the huge choice of boxes and dividers and especially with using foam plastic peanuts for packing. The end result was I wrote an order for the ones she selected and she gave me her Visa Credit Card to pay with. In the afternoon I asked Kurt if there was a possibility he could take me to the school and show me my assigned classroom. He replied that Gus Peterson, the custodian might be cleaning so we gave it a try and the front door wasn't even locked. Kurt introduced us and Gus led me to a room in the addition to the building -- a small gymnasium, locker rooms and four classrooms - explaining they were 28 ft. by 28 ft. square, instead of rectangular as in the original building, the exterior, the windows faced north and the lighting fixtures were newer and better. I asked him if I could rearrange the seats in a semi circle instead of rows He and Kurt even helped me. And in the desk drawer I found the former teacher's Roll Book and took it with me to have Kurt help me with pronouncing names and found one I needed help with -- a girl with a Japanese surname, Thelma Yanagisawa. Back in my car, Kurt said. "Don't go back home yet!" and had me turn south instead of north. After a few miles he directed me onto a side road that lead down to a riverbank with a small, graveled parking area. He said, "This is sort of a lover's lane at night for high school kids". Before I'd even managed to stop completely, he had his pants unzipped and, along with his jockeys, pushed them down to his feet and spread his legs wide apart. His exposed cock was already hard and the warm afternoon sun shining through the windshield onto his flesh colored shaft,his pale, pink cock head and his Robin egg sized balls, already snuggled up tight to his crotch and the bottom of his erection, all added up to the most beautiful and most sexually arousing sight I'd ever seen. It left me with only one choice - I bent over and covered it with my mouth. I had no illusion that it would last long. I managed only a few seconds on his cock until it was all over. His hot, sweet boy cum flowed from his cock head into my mouth. I swallowed then, with a thumb and a forefinger, milked it for the last drop. He unzipped my pants and, along with my shorts pulled them down, as he'd done his own. "Let me suck yours now." Oh Kurt, I shot off in my pants the minute I put yours in my mouth." He followed my example, taking it in his mouth and then milking it, then gathering what he could on a finger and tasting it. "Jase, can I tell you something?" I knew what he was going to say and had hoped it wouldn't happen so soon. By the same token, I wanted desperately to tell him the same thing but was hesitant because of his age and fearful of what his response would be. Before I could answer though, he said. "Jase, I love you". "And I you, Kurt. It's all happened so quickly; I hope we're doing the right thing. I hope its love instead of sexual attraction." "It has to be love. You've made me truly happy for the first time in years. Can you understand that?" "Yes, I can because I feel exactly the same way." On the way home, we talked constantly and told each other a lot of intimate things that neither of us had ever before confided to another person. It gave me confidence that our relationship was based on love instead of sex and could survive, despite our sharing a room, meals and an every day, 24-hour relationship. In fact I don't think either of us could have survived without entering into an intimate relationship. TO BE CONTINUED