Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 16:56:24 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: MY GAY TEACHER 2 On the way home he apologized again, saying he hadn't had sex for a long time except for jacking off, which he didn't really enjoy and had a hard time shooting off doing it. "I had no right to seduce you. It was wrong." "Robin, I don't know about right or wrong. Maybe you didn't notice, but I liked it. I could have stopped you but I wanted you to seduce me and I loved having sex with a man for the first time and I want to do it again. I don't care if it is wrong." "Are you really sure?" "Absolutely!" It was now my turn to cry. He put his right arm around me and pulled my head over to his chest and drove the rest of the way with only his left hand. We went straight into his apartment leaving his new TV in the trunk. Robin had arranged with his landlady to have a phone installed and connected. He called the house where my parents were partying and obtained permission for me to sleep over. I decided to tell him the truth about Boyd and Sam Neely: "Robin, the only reason Boyd and Sam got by with what you say they were doing was becuse Boyd lived in that trailer you described as the one that was for rent, that you decided against. If Sam Neely started calling on you in this apartment, the relationship would last only until a neighbor saw him coming into your apartment." Sam is rumored to have a big cock and fucks a number of married women in town and he charges for his services. If he was fucking Boyd he got paid. I no longer had the words out of my mouth when there was a knock on the door and Robin answered. I overheard the conversation. Sam apologized for being late, saying he had a pussy to service. Robin asked him what his fees were and he replied $80.00 per hour from when schools out until 6 PM. He was unavailale from then to 8 PM and from then until 10 PM it was double and by prior arrangement. Robin thanked him for coming and explained Boyd came from a wealthy family but he didn't. Robin closed the door and returned to the table where we'd been sitting in the dinette area and said, "God that was a close call. Thanks, Terry, I owe you a big one. As you cautioned me, I wouldn't last long if I'd gotten mixed up with that guy." He then tossed me the keys to his car and asked me to go out and bring in one of the six packs he' bought in Bentley as they'd still be cold and he had to go to the bathroom. Back at the table, I asked him for another cigarette and one more beer since I was staying over. When we'd finished our cigarettes, he excused himself and walked around the corner to the bathroom again. When he returned he was stark naked and his cock was now at least seven inches and erected. He came right over and with it right in my face, took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft and said, "standup." He told me to kick off my sandals and he took the remainder of my clothes off and tossed them on the kitchen counter, dropped onto his knees and took first my balls into his mouth, rolled them around, then sucked my cock. Standing up he took my hand and we grabbed our beer cans, moved the coffee table away from the couch so he could open it into a double bed, walked around turning off all the lights, except for the one in the bathroom, and left the door ajar so there was some light in the area of the bed. When he'd gone to the bathroom he must have picked up some stuff, which he called "his toys.". He handed one of them to me - until he told me it was a dildo, I thought of it as a huge, circumsized, rubber cock. He laid, face down and legs spread apart in the middle of the bed and said,"I've greased my fuck hole and I want you to push this dido all the way in. Do it very slowly and it won't hurt me. If it does, I'll ask you to stop awhile uutil I tell you to push again. He turned over and gave me what looked like one of those colored cloth covered elastic things that girls use to tie their hair back. He worked it underneath my balls, over my penis and worked it back as far as it would go. Shit, it made me bigger and harder than I'd ever been in my life. Next, he wrapped a cloth stap wih velcro on one side aroundover his genitals. He immediatly got bigger and harder, just as I had done. Then, he moved and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread apart and his big cock sticking over the edge.He said, "Suck it Baby, suck it dry!" After I got started, I knew the sex we'd had in the school yard was just a spur of the moment, spontaneous, almost accidental happening. This was the real thing! I also, for some reason, thought it was a test, a test I better pass and receive an "A". It helped me when he said, "Make love to that big cock, Terry. It's sex act but a sex act can be a love act, if it's done with feeling between two persons that like and want eachother. Once I was into sucking him off, I was more confident, I loved doing it and I was actually making love to it, as best I knew hoe. I knew it was for his pleasure and mine would be fulfilled by fulfiling his. I realized there was no rush; it was better to prolong it as long as possible. I'd stop, look at it's swollen head and hard shaft, both slimy wet with my saliva and look at his balls, then look up at his face, with its smile and eyes closed. I knew I was doing OK. A minute later he said, "Terry, let up for a minute" and followed with a reassurance that I wasn't doing any thing wrong and explainng he was having trouble climaxing so soon after having done it in the school's parking lot, eventhough he wanted to desperately. He stood up and pulled me up onto my feet, pulled me close to him, locked me in a kiss, reached down and started jacking me off. I got the idea and started doing the same thing to him. It didn't take long until our cocks orgasmed all over eachother. Damn but I needed that. He literally fell backwards onto the bed and pulled me down beside him. "Terry, what are the chances of your parents letting you come over early some evenings and of letting me take you to Bentley now and again?" "The school district pays teachers well but really skimps on the library - no compers and the reference books that they have are few and old. I can tell them a couple of times a week that I'm coming over to use your computer as you said you didn't care." "As to Bently, Saturday night there is nothing for adults to do ecept party, so they'd be happpy to pawn me off on you, probably for overnight. But I don't think you should start giving me rides to and from school. It might start rumors." Things worked out much like we'd discussed. He'd help me search for the information I was looking for on the computer as well as some big cums. We were surprisied the first time we orgasmed together but we became so attuned to eachother it eventually became the rule and not the exception. Eventhough Saturday night was a big night for movies in Bentley but the new multiplex theater in the mall had ten films going at once so we'd climb to the very top row and take a corner seat. The top five rows were vacant except for us. As soon as the main feature was underway we'd unzip the other's fly and slowly masturbate the other. Most times, on the way home we'd turn off at the road that crossed the railroad, douse the headlights, drink a few beers and smoke a cigarette or two. Weather permitting we take off our pants and I'd give him a blow job as he reached down and jacked me off for the second time in the evening. Thanks for reading my story, Joe Farrin