Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2007 18:47:34 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: GAY TEACHER - GAY PUPIL - 8 The morning weather report on TV wasn't too encouraging so we decided against starting out midday for some mountain cabin that we'd never been to before, especially since we'd have to make a stop before we started up into the Bighorns and buy food and wood. So we deided on Rapid City and spend the weekend playing with eachother's cocks. It was an easier place to get to and it would be as much fun in a hotel room as it would a mountain cabin,any way,as well as closer to get back home to Clayton. Kurt arrived home about an hour after I did, and together we fixed pancakes for the three of us - the No No wasn't open evenings on Sundays. Claudia told me thanks for calling her when we had a change of plans - it saved her worrying about Matt and me. Luke and I went upstairs after watching TV with Claudia for a couple of hours, got into bed and talked for at least an hour. kurt was full Of qestions such as - "Did you have a good time? - Did you have sex with him?" Those kind of questions, which had been easy enough to anticipate because, being it was our first time apart I figured he night be a bit jealouS, so I'd already decided the truth, as usual,was the best way to answer him, so I told him out front that I'd fucked Matt,that he liked it and it was my first time to fuck anyone. That brought on more conversation about jacking off, mutual mastur- bation, oral sex and anal sex. When he asked if I'd fuck him I told him yes when he was ninteen if he was as mature at that age as Matt is and that brought on an explanation of maturity and finished with a discussion wherein I told him Matt had been fucked before and the firt time is not always without physical pain Before going to sleep, Kurt said, "Turn the lamp on your side on. I want top jack you off and I want to watch you shoot a wad before we go to sleep. Kurt just had to be the biggest sex fiend for his age that you could imagine. The next day in History Class the students wanted to start their class project a month sooner than the last year's class. I asked if they'd decided on a better title than "Starting Anew Where History Stopped." They said they didn't have a title for the project but they knew what they wanted to do, so I told them to tell me about that and maybe together we could decide on a title. They agreed to that approach but said that before getting into the project they wanted to know what I thought of circulating a petiton to appeal to the County Supervisors to reconsider the library issue My response was. "No, don't waste your time. The election decided the matter and you are not going to change the vote of the majority, no matter how hard you try." What they wanted to undertake was very ambitious. Too ambtious maybe. I felt something more obtainable and satisfying might be a better choice than a project that was impossibe and would end in disappointment. I was really impressed when the Class President, Peter Elliott, explained what they hoped to achieve, which was: To bring alive the dreams of the pioneer settlers. Maintain and improve their first buildings and to identify them with plaques. They felt this way becauce those first settlers had dreams of Clayton growing and becoming a place their children and grand- children would be proud of. We kicked that idea around and they thought of volunteering their work free this summer for sort of a clean up, fix up, paint up campaign. I told them I'd have to check that out with the Principal as regrards the school's liabilty, insurance and other similar issues. The final decision was to see if they could get Richard Madison, the architect in Rock Creek to sketch up a plan for redevelopment and complile a list to submit to the City and the merchants on Main Street, using the proceeds they had from their share of the money from the publishing of their History of Clayton - which money stayed with the class rather than going to the individuals of last year's class. That ended the class period and I happened to mention it to Claudia at the supper table and she really blew up with anger. "Damn it Jason, it's a sorry mess that our high school students have to try to remedy a situation that the COunty Supervisiors turned their backs on. I, for one, am damn proud of them and you too, for what you have instilled in them. Let me tell you somthing to put on the table for them to consider, someting simple but at the same time they can't handle themselves. It's a sort of 'What If' proposition. First, I want to tell you something you might not have realized as yet. "My husband's family along with Matt's family were among the first settlers here. My husband's family became wealthy and I was ` ` the one that inherited their wealth when Kurt's father died I just realized that I've spent too much of my life at my potter's wheel. I havent realized whats going on around me for too many years. Here's a thought I wan't you to run with, however you think would be the best way to bring it to frutition. 1. I own two buildings and the only vacant lot there is on Main Street. The old Wood barn like building which was a feed and seed store, on the West side of the street, the vacant, 100 ft, wide lot to the South and the vacant, two story, brick building on the south side of the vacant lot. I don't think either are worthy of preservation - the brick building was built around 1910, as was the bank, and housed the Smith Dry Goods Store along with offices on the second floor. 2. I will give the barn and the parking lot to the City, pay the cost of an architect and construction for a new library and conversion of the vacant lot into a parking lot along with remodeling of the old brick building into an apartment. I will also furnish the libray and buy the initial supply of books, computers, magazine subscriptions, etc. as selected by the first libriarian, who will be hired, along with staff and who's salaries will be paid for by the City. I reserve the right to name the library. I will donate the library to the city but retain title to the brick building converted into an apartment. 3. Reference the remark you made to me when the railroad official spoke to you'r class, about the depot being a burden, their no longer having a use for it but still paying taxes - I propose if they give it to the City for a City Hall, Fire and Police Station and If the City will agree to accepance, I will pay the architect's fees for conver- conversion. 4. The architect must agree to furnish a master plan for the business area as part of his fee for the library. 5. I'm not an old lady and I'm not a young one either, but I'm a busy one, so you and the History Class take it from here and I want the City and or the railroad to make a decision before January 2nd, so this year's class can participate. In our attic room, I told Kurt I was so worked up and nervous that I'd never be able to get to sleep. His response was "You will, take your clothes off." As I undresesed, he turned on the TV and signed in to one of our favorite porno sites. When I came out of the bathroom he pulled my swivel chair away from the desk, had me sit down and then he crowded himself into the knee space and told me to get my knees under the desk and find something that excited me. The program was one featuring young guys with huge meat, one that he as well as Sammy and I always got heated up watching. I surfed through several of the selections you could watch and settled on One that had been added since the last time I'd visited the site. It opened with a new, red Mustang winding its way down a hill and then making a stop at a rural, paved road at the bottom of the hill. The driver was a guy around 30, prematurely gray, a real looker, and fondling himself through his unzipped fly. When the driver flipped his turn signal indicating he was turning right he saw this teenager squeezing the visible bulge in his blue jeans,in- dicating he'd like a ride in that direction. The teenager ran toward the Mustang,looked in the window and it was Sex at first sight - both were desperate,despite the early afternoon hour. They both flipped their cocks out to entice the other and to make sure they weren't getting stuck with one they wouldn't like to play with. Both had beauties and the sight of them on display caused me to begin getting an erection. That was what Kurt had been waiting for. He immediately started to slowly masturbate mine. When the Mustang turned onto a freeway and the driver had to slack off on the cock play and I began to go soft, Kurt backed off, too. When the hitchiker dropped his pants and the driver started jacking him, I hardened again and Kurt's hand got busy again. Kurt managed to torture me that way until the boy in the movie blew his nuts, causing me to do the same, which Kurt had anticipated in time to put it in his mouth so he could swallow the final outcome. Kurt is very rarely bossy - actually he's that way only at times he wants something and is not absolutely certin that he's going to get his way. This must have been one of those times, as he pushes my chair back from the kneehole, turns off the computer and escorts me to bed. Without asking he makes certain I assume a position on my back and starts fucking my mouth. Neither of are are either active or passive exclusively, we just like sex any way we can get it, as the old saying goes, and the oftener the better. I did get to sleep but not until Kurt was through with me. I'd had my climax. Now it was his turn and he wasn't in any hurry to end the evening. The next day, during history class, Peter, the Class President, called the Architect, Mayor and the Railroad Superintendent to outline Claudia's offer and invited them to a meeting at the school for the following Tuesday at 3PM when we would give them her proposal in detail. Richard Madison,the architect, turned out to be a twin brother,as far as looks were concerned, to the Mustang driver, and I had a hell of a time to keep from staring at him and even sneaked a look at his crotch to see if there was an indication of how he was hung. Kurt wanted to go to the meeing with me rather than walk home, so I agreed on the condition that he remain silent at all times - absolutley no interruptions or comments. After everyone had arrived and chosen a seat around the table (several put together to form one large one), Peter asked everyone to introduce them- selves and state who they represented and their title. Mr. Jackson, the Principal, started, then the Railroad Superintendent, introduced himself and his secretary. After I'd had my turn, Peter calls on Kurt and I was so proud of him. He stands up and in a strong, clear Voice, says: "I'm Kurt Braun and I represent the Freshman Class but I wont say anything. I'm just waiting for a ride home." The Architect adds, "Knowing your Grandmother, Claudia probably planted you so she'll be able to get a truthful account of what takes place here." Everyone laughed and the conference started with everyone in a good mood. Kurt couldn't have made a better contribution if he'd been coached. The conference lasted about an hour and a half. Everyone accepted Claudia's proposal in general with the understanding details would be worked out later. Someone asked me about Cladia's haste. I resonded that to give them an answer they'd all believe, I'd turn that question over to Kurt. He stood up and said, "My grandma said, as best as I can remember, I'm not a young lady, I'm not an old lady but I sure am a busy one." So she wanted Jason and the History Class to run with it. She wanted no more involvement, but she wanted the City and the railroad to accept her proposal by January 2nd. to give the Senior Class time to participate in the execution of the plans." The mayor offered to treat everone to dinner at the No NO. Almost every one accepted. Kurt and I sat with the Architect. Before our order was taken he phoned Claudia - he had only one question - did the library have to be a nineteen century bulding with a cast Iron front. Claudia told him to ask me but she knew I wouln't go for a fake historical building. He told her he'd much rather go for something contempory that would compliment rather than mock the exiting buildings on Main Street. Handing the phone to me, Claudia wanted me to bring home a hamburger, a piece of Blackberry Pie and a med. Decafinated Coffee for her. That evening Kurt and Igot on with it again. Peter brought the class up to speed on what had occurred and exressed his regret that the school didn't have facilities suitable to accomodate the entire class at the conference. Claudia and the Senior Class both made a news spot on the Rock Creek Television (RCTV) morning news. That was something that Claudia hadn't forseen and she was really pissed off about it. Next Friday was Sammy's reguar night for his every other Friday sleep over and Matt came too. He had some news for me and wanted the details on the library, which I was all too eager to give him. The three of us sat and taked to Clauia about it and Matt was truly astounded how the library issue turned out, thanks to Claudia. After we'd batted the issue around for a while, Matt told Claudia what a great thing she'd done for the community and Kurt, being the iittle ass hole he could sometimes be, piped up, "Yea I can see my name in brass letters up in front ot the building right now reading "THE KURT BRAUN MEMORIAL LIBRARY". Matt and I knew he was assing around and so did Claudia, but she decided to call him on it anyway. Her response was, "Don't be too sure. What you might be seeing instead is Opthamologist's Office on that sign." Matt's news was that his dad wanted him to wait until June of next year before strating to college. I tried to cheer him up by saying "I goofed off last summer and should have gone this comming summer to work on a Masters but I knew the library would delay things another year. If he wannted to, maybe we could go to the same place and room together off campus - maybe Kurt would even go with us if he wanted to spend the summer away from hoome.. It was a few hours before we were bushed out talking and then watching TV and went upstairs together. I don't know what was the matter. Whether it was the exciement of the week, the prospect of the attic room probably being already warm from the noisy radiators, the anticipation of a Friday night round of sex or if it had been the exchange of glances when Claudia's attention was diverted or if all of us were just plain horned up and needed it really bad. Since Matt had joined us, we had added one of his favorite turn on's to our routine. He didn't talk a lot while we engaged in it, but it was like that first time I fucked him in that motel in Wyoming. And, it was such a simple pleasure First we underessed eachother, then got into bed one by one, atop the covers. It was such a warm room it was totally comfortable to do so. Once we were settled there was no pairing off, no kissing, no anything except forlooking and touching for a while. It made me realize how totally different,yet totally beautiful, every male body is and the longer one looks at them in silent study the more beautiful they become and the hotter they make you in return. We'd also done away with the idea of Matt and I sleeping on the bed and the boys in Sammy's sleeping bag. Now we just put two blankts atop each other on the carpet and all slept together,with more blankets piled atop us, all entwined in a a bundle of roaming hands, arms, feet and legs as we explored , in darkness, eachother's naked bodies. I mean totally, from head to foot, with hands, tongues and every other tool that we thought night arouse their sexual desires. There were no ifs ands or buts about it, no mystery, no hesitation. We were there for one reason only - sex. Sex between the four of us, males, 2 boys and 2 men,ages 14 up to 22. We knew that all Of us, in the end, would find sleep entangled together in this warm attic room on a dark winter night afterwe'd found sexual relief somewhere in this tangle of hot bodies, each with a hard cock. Just before I sucombed to sleep, Kurt put his arm over my chest and said, "Jason, I love you" and I whisered the same message into his ear. So I was wrong - the four of us had been making love instead of having sex. THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE FOLLOWED THIS STORY. I HAVE MANY MORE CHAPTERS IN MIND THAT I WANT TO WRITE. HOWEVER THERE IS GOING TO BE A GAP AFTER THIS INSTALLMENT DUE TO THE YEAR END HOLIDAYS. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AND THANKS FOR ALL YOUR E-MAILS. I NEEDED AND APPRECIATED THEM - JOE FARRIN HAPPY HOLIDAYS