Date: Sat, 02 Jun 2007 17:51:19 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: MY GAY TEACHER

I live in southern Arizona, just a few miles north of the Mexican border.
The name of the town wouldn't mean anything to you -- most people in
Arizona wouldn't even recognize its name or be able to point it out to you
on a map, because it is so small and so remote.

The school is a K-12 school and is housed in a metal building because the
original school burned to the ground in the summer of l999. Most of the
kids are bussed in from surrounding areas.

I don't believe anyone, including the teachers, even thought about the new
teacher, Robin Michaels, being gay.

Then one day, during recess, which only the primary and junior high school
pupils have, Jack Ensley said, "I think that new teacher has a funny name."
Someone asked, "Why?"

"Because Robin is a girl's name." Someone else agreed and then, to break
the silence that had descended over the group, I said, "Jack, you're wrong
-- what about that actor named Robin and Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest.
The bell rang ending the recess, so that at least ended the discussion.

Almost everyone thought Robin was a good teacher and one that made his
classes interesting, which you couldn't say about some of the ones who'd
been here like what seemed forever. In addition to the above, I thought he
was really handsome -- or maybe cute -- I guess both would be more
accurate.

Anyway, I couldn't have been more surprised the first Saturday morning
after school started when I was carrying out a plastic bag full of garbage
to the alley and saw Mr. Michaels, the new teacher, getting stuff out of a
car parked beside our neighbor's garage.  I hardly recognized him in shorts
and a red T-shirt, floppies and his hair pulled back into a short pigtail.

When he saw me he stopped what he was doing and walked toward me, saying,
"I don't quite have all of my student's names firmed up yet, but you're in
my Eighth Grade History Class, aren't you?"

"You're right Mr. Michaels.  My name is Terry Mac Gregor.  Are you moving
into Mrs. Henry's garage apartment?"

"Yes, you seem surprised."

"Only because it's been vacant for so long.  There's not much demand for
rentals in this town."

"Well this and a house trailer six miles north of here were my only choices
and it's cheaper and closer to school."

I added, "And has at least a semblance of civilization."

"This is the first opportunity to unpack and try to make some sort of order
out of my cramped quarters.  If you're free I'd pay you to help me."

I told him I'd go ask my mom and he replied that he'd go with me.  End
result -- I could help him for as long as he needed me.  The passenger side
of the front seat, the rear seat and the trunk were crammed with boxes of
his belongings.

I started with unpacking the boxes marked "KITCHEN" and, after some
guidance, unloaded their contents into the shelves and cupboards while he
unpacked clothing and hung it up.  After pots, pans, china and silverware
he had me unload foodstuff and showed me where to put it.

Next we began unpacking pictures, lamps and decorative items and then it
was time for lunch.

Robin asked if there was any place other than the little store, and café
where the post office was. I told him that and the Sequoia across the
street were the only two in town.  He wanted to try it and remarked it was
strange their sign just said Sequoia without identifying it as a
restaurant.  I told him I had no explanation except all the locals knew it
and the sign probably cost less than if they'd added another word.

We chose a booth by the front window, he asked what was good; I told him to
stick with hamburgers and fries, or tacos, which were scribbled on the
chalk board as today's special.

After we'd ordered, Robin asked if he dared order a beer.  I replied that
everyone in town drank, including teenagers, but if he ordered one he'd get
a pink slip in his mailbox Monday morning.

"That's what I figured, that's why I asked before ordering one."

"The gas station on the way home sells beer.  They'd sell me Bud Light.
I'm always picking some up for my dad, if you've got cash. Just park in the
lot behind the station so they don't see you."  So, that's what happened.
When I was back in Robin's car, he said a red haired kid came out of the
men's room and waved to him while I was in the station and then an older
guy came out a few seconds later and had a good look around before driving
off.  "Do you know who they could be?"

"Why?"

"Just curious, being a new comer."

"There's only one red haired boy in town, he's a Senior in High School and
his name is Sam Neely."  It baffled me why he was interested but I'd
forgotten about it by the time we got back to his apartment.

By 3:30 PM we'd, finished, for the most part.  We agreed the apartment was
small but very nice.  It was remodeled from a double garage after
Mrs. Henry's husband died a few years ago.  She thought it would supplement
her income but, as I'd told Robin, there wasn't much demand, especially for
a studio apartment -- I guess most renters were low income families with
children. You entered at the rear corner facing my house and into a short
hall where a bathroom and closet was located.  In the opposite corner was a
corner fireplace and the kitchen was small and had a diagonal island
counter that paralleled the fireplace leaving room for an eating space open
to both the kitchen and living area.  The bed was a couch that opened out
into a bed.  It had some large glass areas that made the space seem larger.

"As you probably noticed Terry, I have a VCR and Video Cassette Player but
no TV.  Know where I could buy one?"

"Bentley, about forty miles north has several places."

"If they're open Saturday Evenings, let's go ask your parents if you could
go with me."

My mom said it was OK but they'd been invited to a party and she'd feel
more comfortable if I could stay with Robin after coming back or, if not
they'd want to take me with them. I knew the people having the party had a
bunch of girls and the party might last until midnight, so I held my breath
until Robin said he'd enjoy having me and we could eat in Bentley.

The desert climate cooled a bit in the afternoon, because of the mountains
to the west.  So, with the windows down, we started to Bentley with half
the six-pack of Bud Light in the trunk and three cans in the front, two for
Robin and one that he told me to try.  Boy did I ever feel lucky and
important.  It was the first time a teacher, or any other grown man, had
treated me like a personal friend and Robin seemed to treat me as a, well
maybe not as an equal but as an adult. I really did like him.  I'd even
tell you that I loved him, but I didn't know about that yet. I didn't even
finish my can of beer but Robin did.

Unlike my mom shopping, Robin knew what he wanted, looked at the choices
available that met his criteria and bought it instead of going three or
four places and driving the clerks up the wall.  The store had a young man
take the TV out and put it in Robin's trunk.  Robin asked him to recommend
a restaurant.  The young man recommended Jose's and Robin told him he was
from Kansas and asked if there was a steakhouse in town so we ended up
eating at the Ranch House having steaks.  Before leaving Robin went into a
liquor store and came out with a shopping cart with 3 18-packs of beer and
put three cans in the front seat.

As luck would have it, Sam Neely approached the car to say hello and asked
what was on for the evening.  Robin told him we were on our way home, Sam
asked where he lived and invited himself to drop by later.

I was a little pissed and Robin guessed that I was and jealousy was
probably the cause, so he said he intended to call the party my folks were
at and tell them we were both bushed and ask if I could sleep over, so
don't worry about Sam.

About half way home we were traveling along a stretch of highway that
paralleled a railroad.  Robin said he'd noticed a road crossing the tracks
on the way to Bentley and asked me if I knew where the road went, I told
him I didn't to which he replied that he was going to take it anyway as he
wanted to drink a beer, smoke a cigarette and take a leak.

The road on the other side of the tracks was one that also ran parallel to
the tracks, so he turned left, stopped, putting the driver's side facing
the edge of the road. He shut off the engine, left the headlights on, got
out and stood facing the rear or the car and took it out.  Holy, fucking
shit, I sprung a boner immediately -- he was not only pissing in full view
but along with his big cock, he'd hauled his balls out and hooked them over
the bottom of his fly then he shook it more than necessary after he
stopped, turned, walked back toward the door and said -- "Hey Terry, I'm a
farm boy -- no reason to be bashful is my motto, so if your bladder is full
now's the time to empty it."

I opened my door and imitated Robin.  He wasn't obvious but I caught him
looking. While turning around, I noticed he hadn't zipped up his fly and he
was fondling himself.

He walked around the back of the car, opened the trunk and returned with a
pack of cigarettes and two cans of beer.

Lets drink a beer and have a smoke while we're parked here, I don't like to
smoke in the car.  He doused the headlights but left the parking lights on.

"Am I corrupting you Terry with beer and cigarettes?"

"I've drank beer and smoked cigarettes a few times but not many."

We left both front doors open, which caused the dome light to stay on.  He
sat on the doorsill of the passenger door and I sort of leaned on the edge
of the front seat.

As I told you, I liked being treated as an adult and really liked it when
he said he hoped we'd be good friends, living next door and all.  To be
truthful he was also making me horny as hell, intentionally or not. We had
another cigarette and he announced it was time to get going, stood in front
of me and took it out again, saying, "Terry, you better do it too; there
aren't many places to stop between here and home.

I stood up, stood beside him, unzipped and took mine out, which was totally
erect.  I looked down at his and it was the same, but of course much larger
than mine and bigger even than when I'd seen it less that a half hour ago.
There were no bones about it, we visually scoped each other out and it took
a while to start a stream, being erect.

Once on the way, I decided to ask him and get it over with, "Robin, why did
you give Sam Neely your address and practically invite him over this
evening?"

"I'm glad you finally mustered up the courage to ask, as it will make it a
little easier for me to tell you.  It's a long story, so bear with me."

"I'm sure you remember Boyd Masters who was the High School History Teacher
until last year.  Well he and I were roommates at the Colorado State
University in Greeley, Colorado for my first year then he graduated.  We
remained friends and corresponded by e-mail and phoned each other
occasionally.  Well, last January, Boyd phoned me that he'd applied for and
received a teaching post in Kansas, where we're both from.  A Junior High
level teacher was going to fill his vacancy so the Board of Education would
be looking to fill the position of Junior High School History Teacher,
following me so far."

"Yes."

"Well, Boyd phoned me to apply, send me an application form, and spoke to
the B of E on my behalf.  The teacher's pay scale is high because of the
isolation and I was tired of teaching/living in a cold climate.  I was
selected for the job and here I am."

"So what has all this to do with Sam Neely?"

"Before I continue, would you swear to never repeat what I've said or going
to say to anyone?"

I answered, "I swear."

"Terry, I might be making a big mistake to continue but I feel we are
friends and I'm hoping you'll be interested in what I'm going to say.  Do
you know much about Gays, and I hope you don't dislike them?"

"I know they are men that are attracted sexually to other men.  Beyond that
I don't know much."

"Are you open minded?"

I replied, "Yes, I am." I didn't know exactly where he was going, but I
guessed and hoped it ended up with my at least feeling his big dick.  That
would make me crème and I needed to cum in the worst way.

To shorten the conversation, I'll summarize it as best I can:

Boyd and Robin were both gay but they never had sex together. Both were
passive and needed an active male.

While Boyd taught here, Sam Neely filled that role by fucking his ass and
he'd arrange that he take over and provide the same service for Robin.

Boyd said he could never get to me but suggested Robin give it a try
because I was really cute and might give cocksucking a try if I liked him.

"How do I fit into the picture with you and Sam?"

Believe me, Terry, if I'd met you first and thought you might be ready to
try sex with an older male, I'd have cancelled all Boyd's arrangements with
Sam.

By now he'd slowed down and pulled into the school's parking lot.

"Terry, I'm being greedy.  Ever since Boyd last talked to me,
 and before I laid eyes on you, all I can think of is you sucking my cock
while Sam fucks me."  I couldn't have said "no" if I wanted too.

We stood by the side of the car away from the road, he pulled down his
pants and his shorts, then mine and in the black and silent desert night he
kissed me then pushed my head down to his cock.  Even though it was right
in front of my face, I couldn't see it but I went down on it instinctively,
I could feel it's largeness and hardness in my mouth, I could smell its
unique odor and I could hear the sound it made as he fucked my mouth and I
tasted the sweetness that poured out of his piss slit.

He didn't release me. He held my head.  He started crying.

TO BE CONTINUED