Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2019 02:42:53 +0000 From: cbanks9 Subject: 6th Grade - -3 Mr. Morris came in the bedroom and told me to follow him. He went into the living room and told me to sit on the couch. "Terry, I've got a long story to tell you, but you must promise me that you will NEVER EVER say a word about what I'm going to tell you to ANYONE!!" I said, "I promise I won't, Mr. Morris." He went to the fridge and brought me a coke and himself a beer. I was still shaking. He said, "Terry, last year I was teaching 6th grade in another town and Jimmy was in my class. I noticed that he always looked frightened and would not look me in the eyes. If I spoke to him, he looked down at his feet." "One day he came in my room and had a badly swollen black eye. He was so embarrassed. I told the class to check each others' homework and told Jimmy to come with me." I took him outside on the playground where no one could see us. I asked him how he got the black eye. He said he fell and hit it on something, but I knew he was lying. "Jimmy, that black eye came from someone hitting you with a hard fist, and I want to know who did it." He started crying and said it was his daddy. I was furious. "How often does he hit you," I said, and Jimmy said "all the time, but usually he hits me where it won't show." I said, "does your mother know that he is doing this to you?" He said, "I ain't got no mother, she died when I was little." I asked him if he had any brothers and sisters or grandparents that knew what was going on but he said, "no." I asked him why his daddy hit him. He kept crying and said "because he don't love me and he's drunk all the time." I told him that I would have to report this to the police. He cried harder and begged me "please don't do that! He's gone to jail before but when he gets out he beats me harder." I told him he would not be living with this daddy any more and that the police would find him a nice home with kind and loving adults. He said, "you don't know him, he'll find me and I'm afraid he will kill me, please don't tell the cops." I was so sorry for him and so angry at his dad. I told him he could come and live with me until we could find him a nice home. He looked up at me with those sad, dark eyes and said, "please, can I live with you?" I said we'd have to see. So Jimmy came to live with me. I lived alone as a closeted gay man but I didn't tell him that. I took him to a thrift shop in the next town, and bought him nice but cheap clothes so my students wouldn't suspect anything. He asked me why we were going to another town and I told him it was because this shop always had nice stuff, but the real reason was because I didn't want anyone in our town to see me buying him clothes. It was hard, but I got him to shower every night and brush his teeth morning and night. I gave him his own room with a single bed. I only had one bathroom so I would tell him to go first, and then I'd use it. From the first night at my house I heard him screaming "NO, NO PLEASE don't hit me." I couldn't bear it, so I went and woke him up and told him to come sleep with me. I held him while he sobbed until he went to sleep. From then on we slept together every night and he only had nightmares a few times. I got a new job in this town and rented this house and enrolled him in 6th grade. I told the principle that Jimmy had no parents because they died unexpectedly, and I took him in because I was his uncle. I told him that his parents mistreated him and that he had gotten in trouble and missed a lot of school so he had been held back for two years, once in 5th grade and last year in 6th grade. I asked that he be put in my class so I could keep an eye on him and try to keep him out of trouble. The principal agreed. "Terry," he said, "now I'm going to tell you why I spanked Jimmy." "Again" he said, "you have to promise me you won't tell anyone anything, ok?" I said, "it's ok Mr. Morris, I won't tell anyone." He said that this was the hard part but asked me not to get mad and listen until he finished. He said that Jimmy was starved for affection because he didn't get any from his daddy, and that he felt like no one had ever loved him. "That broke my heart Ð it wasn't fair that a young boy would have to grow up without love and affection." He said that Jimmy would cling to him in bed and snuggle up and that he had let that happen because he knew Jimmy needed it. Mr. Morris said that he usually slept naked because it felt better but he was now wearing boxer briefs to bed and gave Jimmy some pajamas to wear. He said, "Terry, do you know what a gay man is?" "No," I said. He started telling me about the "birds and bees" and I was shocked because my dad hadn't told me about sex before. After explaining that most people were not gay and that men and women liked each other, fell in love and had babies. He said he was different, and that a lot of men were. He said he was never attracted to women and had never married. He said he was only attracted to other men and that he had sex with them when he could find a nice discreet man. He said men like him were called queers, not a nice word, or gays. I didn't know what to say, this was all new to me. Even though I loved what Jimmy and I were doing, I didn't know it was queer. Mr. Morris then told me that he often curled up and snuggled Jimmy with his front next to Jimmy's back, and his dick next to Jimmy's butt. He said that although he was ashamed of it, this often caused his dick to get real hard and that he couldn't help that, it was natural. He told me that he had a huge dick, 9 inches long on hard and thick. I just gasped because I couldn't image a dick that big. The biggest I'd ever seen was Jimmy's 5 incher. Mr. Morris said he couldn't tell if Jimmy was feeling his hard cock on his butt but hoped not. He said one night he was deep asleep and suddenly woke up and saw Jimmy had pulled his briefs down and was trying to suck on his big cock. He said he jumped up and yelled "what the fuck are you doing Jimmy, this is very wrong. I could get in bad trouble and even go to jail if anyone found out." Jimmy told me to please not to be mad at him because I had been so nice to him, and given him a nice home, food, clothes, and affection. He said he wanted to give me something nice and knew I would like having my dick sucked. Mr. Morris said I asked him "how do you know I would like it?" Jimmy said because when his daddy made him suck his cock, he could tell his daddy liked it because he moaned with pleasure. He said "daddy would put his hands on the back of my head and push his big dick deep in my mouth and throat which hurt like hell, and then he would shoot his cum in my mouth and order me to swallow it." "It always made daddy so happy, which he never was, so I was glad to do it so he wouldn't be mean to me for a little while." Jimmy said that after a while, he started to like doing it and also liked the taste of his daddy's cum in my mouth." Mr. Morris told me that he was horrified to hear this because a father was never supposed to do those things to his son. He said he told Jimmy not to try to suck his dick ever again. But, he said, "Jimmy kept doing it and I was a deep sleeper so most times I didn't feel it. But one night, he said, " I woke up and saw my cock shooting a big load of cum in Jimmy's small mouth." I shouted, "Jimmy you can't do that!" And Jimmy said, "why not, you came real big so I know your cock loved it." Jimmy said that it didn't do anyone any harm, that he loved giving me back some affection, and that he loved sucking my cock. Mr. Morris told me that he told Jimmy he would have to go back to sleeping in his own room. Jimmy cried and said, "please, don't make me do that, I will have those bad nightmares again." Mr. Morris said that he told Jimmy he would think about it. Mr. Morris told me that although he knew it was wrong to let Jimmy suck his dick, but that he was a weak man when it came to sex, and that he had no men in this small town that he could have sex with because he kept his desires a secret. So, he said, he and Jimmy started sleeping naked together and he let Jimmy suck him off and eat his cum, and that he sucked Jimmy off too and ate his cum. My eyes were wide open, I was so shocked to hear this, but at the same time, it really excited me and my dick got very hard. I think I saw Mr. Morris looking at the bulge in my shorts. Mr. Morris then told me that he made Jimmy also promise to never tell anyone what they were doing. He told Jimmy that in time, he would probably start doing things with boys his age and that was ok, but that he was NEVER to bring them back to the house. "Because he brought you here," Mr. Morris said, "that is why I had to spank him. It was important to teach him that lesson, Mr. Morris said, because boys would brag about it to their friends and eventually word would get back to their parents and then to the police, and then I would go to jail, and he would be back with his daddy again. I hated to hear that and told Mr. Morris that I would never ever tell anyone; that I was crazy about Jimmy; that Jimmy had taught me about sex and given me so much pleasure, so I would never do anything to cause you or him any trouble. I told him it was normal for boys like us to hang out with each other at our homes, and no one had to know we were having sex. He thought about it a while and then said, "you're right, it is normal, but you should invite Jimmy to hang out at your house sometimes so it all looked normal to your parents." I told him I would. He then hollered for Jimmy to come in the living room. Jimmy came running in crying his eyes out and jumped into Mr. Morris' arms. Mr. Morris comforted him, kissed him on the cheek and told him it was ok; that he and I had had a long talk; and it was ok for him to have fun with me so long as we were very careful not to let anyone suspect what we were doing. We both squealed and said we would be SO careful to not let that happen. I then went home, thinking along the way about how much I had learned today about sex, and gays, and about Mr. Morris and Jimmy. I couldn't wait to get home and jack off until my little dick hurt.