Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 14:10:26 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: A Teacher and His Students - 3 In Part 2 I made several errors that readers called to my attention: The Venerable Bede lived from 673 to 735 - which I had left blank. I began calling Luke Dawson, the boy across the road, Josh. He is back to Luke in this Part and Kent Edward is back to his correct name instead of Kent Michaels. Sorry about these errors, so on with the story. Kent and I awoke somewhat the worse for wear even though we'd slept the morning away. After breakfast I took him home. When I got back home I had another cup of coffee and started thinking about what had happened so far in Kansas Junction. Before school started I worried constantly about being discovered as gay. Then, even before school started I'd had sex with Luke and Nick and then last night with Kent. I knew they wouldn't tell anyone about it, at least not anyone that would get me into trouble. I wondered if I were taking too many risks; yet, at the same time, being only 24, my hormones were still active as hell and I've always thought gay men are more promiscuous than the straights. I seemed to be one of the guys that proved the theory. My resolve was weak because Kent made me promise that we'd do it again. Maybe I should limit my sex activities with boys to Luke, Nick and Kent. I didn't settle much with my thinking but I did realize I was going to have to play it cautiously and if I couldn't play it straight because losing my first teaching job would be a total disaster. In early November my American History Class was mentioned in the local newspaper. Shit, this was the second time in two months that they'd written a small article on me. I really didn't think I needed the publicity. This time it was because the class was now up to the Civil War Period and I had my mom send me a shoebox full of old letters that I had found in a used bookstore in Denver. It had a good amount of letters that Civil War soldiers had written home. I included a few WW II era letters, also from the bookstore, written by a sailor in the Pacific Theater to show the difference, especially the effects of censorship. The Civil War letters were delivered intact whereas the WWII letters were mere fragments of paper conveying only partial sentences and disconnected thoughts. But, the Civil War letters did serve their purpose because they made the war quite personal to the readers. The kids even took them home so their parents could read them and I had to start check-in and checkout records. The newspaper had gotten hold of one and there was a photo reproduction of it included in the article. Thanksgiving, Mrs. Dawson, Luke's mom, invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner at 4'oclock. After dinner, about 6:30, the Dawsons left to visit friends in town; Luke and I stayed behind and started quicky making out on the living room sofa. We didn't get very far into it when Luke grabbed my hand and we went into his bedroom. I knew him well enough to know that he was horned up more than usual. In fact he seemed about to explode. "Tad, I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be and I want you to fuck me. You've been promising me for months." I was hesitant but he insisted. We stripped, he pushed stuff around in his bottom, dresser drawer and came up with a tube of lube stood up by the bed, locked his hands in back of his neck and while standing upright, stuck out his ass as far as he could. "Holy shit, Luke, you look like a female cat in heat. Who showed you to stand that way? Are you trying to seduce me? "Nick showed me." Well it sure worked. If I wasn't totally hard just looking at him I sure as hell was when he started wiggling his ass around and I thought of what it would feel like to fuck off my 8-inch hard on in that white, smooth, virgin ass being so urgently and seductively offered to me. I grabbed the lube and lubed his ass-pussy and then lubed myself. As I was lubing us up, I asked him: "Luke, do you want to bend over and do it standing up or do you want to do it in bed." "In bed, so I'll think about it every night when I jack off before going to sleep." "You better spread a towel over the top sheet." He stripped back the spread and blankets; he had already put a towel over the top sheet - he had planned it and he was ready. He lay on his back, raised his legs straight up and held them in that position. I mounted him like a woman and slowly shoved my cock into his love hole. Luke was the second boy I'd ever fucked - Nick being the first. But, what was there to learn - it was a thing you knew how to do by instinct. Luke's boy cock was as hard as mine until I started fucking him in earnest then he lost his erection. God but he had a nice boy pussy - tight, but at the same time slippery inside and oh so warm. I guess Nick had also told him how to use the muscles in his anus to grab and squeeze a cock. Damn, here I was trying to make it last and every time he did that I about shot off right then and there. That must not have been the only thing Nick had told him about because he kept asking me to swat his buns and each time he asked he wanted me to do it harder. There just cannot be anything sexually hotter, more exciting and more fulfilling than a virgin, boy pussy. Luke's was the first one I'd fucked and it proved too much for me because it wasn't very long until I filled his pussy with my man juice. I collapsed on top of him and we immediately began a session of wild kissing. He was no longer a virgin; I had taken his cherry and it was of his insistence. The second Wednesday in December Kent called me after I'd been home about an hour wanting me to go to Denver the following Saturday and Sunday - December 13 and 14 with him and Chad Woodard. "What's this all about Kent? I have Chad in one of my history classes but that is the extent of my contact with him." "I know Tad, but he asked me and wanted me to ask you and Luke to go. Come on Tad - it would be worthwhile just to get a ride in his new Volvo convertible. "You've got that right, but I've had the feeling lately that I've had a little too many contacts with my boy students and I don't want to attract attention to myself - or in other words I'm thinking it would be wise to cool it. It would really be prime gossip material if it got out I'd gone to Denver for a weekend with three students." "Tad, you worry like an old woman. Believe me, Chad just wants to get to know you better. Nobody is going to find out." I envisioned a Saturday night in a hotel room with three guys who had been drinking and Luke (who didn't drink much) all engaging in sex with each other. It was the wrong vision, I said "OK". Shit but I was a sucker when it came to cocks. Chad knocked on my door at 6 AM and then we went to pick up Kent. I switched to the back seat. Even though Kent's leg was out of the cast I thought he'd probably be more comfortable in the front. Chad surprised the hell out of me when he announced he had one more stop then we'd head for Denver. He was going to pick up Ron Michaels, which surprised the hell out of me. When he went to the house to knock on the door, I asked Kent what this was about and he said he didn't know but Luke had to cancel because his dad had some chores for him to do, so Chad must have substituted Ron at the last minute. About 8:30 Luke pulled into a small restaurant that he'd been in before and we had breakfast. Kent had told me before the trip that Chad was a passive bottom and he liked receiving both anal and oral. As I looked at him across the table, his tousled blond hair and blue eyes, I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips. His mouth was large and his lips were so perfectly formed and beautiful that he had a perfect mouth for a cocksucker. He could drive any man wild. His mouth was that great. Shit, I'd never really had the time to study his face in the classroom. Now, sitting across the table in the small booth where we'd been seated, I had a tremendous hard on just looking at him. Ron, thin, dark haired and brown eyes, yet very pale skinned, didn't do much talking. He seemed painfully shy, just as he did in the classroom. I wondered if he was frightened by my presence and wondered why Chad had invited him. Oh well, you could never figure out what attracted two people to each other, so I never tried too hard. Before we got back into the car, we all stood outside and smoked a cigarette - even Ron. All the kids smoked. I don't know if that was unusual, being it was my first year of teaching, or pretty much par for the course for teenage boys these days. We didn't stop again until Strasburg, Colorado, which is 40 to 45 miles out of Denver. Kent needed to piss and then Chad found a liquor store, made me take $80.00 to go in and get bourbon, gin and a 12-pack of beer plus whatever I drank. When I got back to the car he walked around and opened the trunk to put the booze in there and then tossed me the keys, saying, "You drive." "Why me?" " I can never find my fucking way around that city, in fact I don't even know the best freeway exit to take. Every time I get all fucked up." "All right. Where are we headed?" "To Cherry Creek Mall eventually, but for now to a hotel near there on Colorado Blvd." "Why don't you sit in front and maybe you'll become more cognizant of the best way." "No, just holler to me in back when you want me to take note of something. Kent can sit in front with you." It was almost as if they were keeping me separated from Ron. I don't know why, as sometime over the weekend we'd have to start talking to each other." The hotel and the room, with two king-sized beds, were both sumptuous. Chad had made reservations and told the bellboy with our luggage cart (ha - the boys all had small backpacks and I had emptied out my briefcase to use - attaché case actually- so there wasn't much luggage but we did have the beer and liquor, too). Once in the room, Chad asked me what mix I drank and he had the bellboy bring up two 6-packs of club soda and two tonic waters. Before the bellboy returned, Chad went to fill the ice bucket and he, Kent and I all had one on the rocks and Ron, to my surprise had a beer. After the bellboy returned and we had another round with the mixes we continued talking about the basketball team and other school activities as Chad and Kent set on the edge of one of the beds and Ron and I sat next to each other on a love seat. Ron actually opened up somewhat during the talking. Then Chad make a surprise move, he stood up, kicked off his shoes and stripped to the waist displaying a nice 6 inch, cut cock that was beyond hard beyond mere erection. "Strip, Kent, and fuck me." That stopped me for a minute because I knew Kent was oral. But Kent knew that Chad meant for him to fuck his mouth. There, in front of Ron and me, Kent mouth fucked him and I mean he fucked him hard. It was apparent, he had no discomfort taking an 8-inch cock and I wondered if it was a show for my benefit. Ron finally moved his hand and placed it on the seat cushion between us. I reached down, placed it on my crotch atop my burning cock, he turned toward me so I kissed him and began unbuttoning his jeans at the same time and he began fumbling with my zipper. He had a cute 4-inch cut cock that stuck straight out from his body. His boy cock was so small, so cute that I got down on my knees in front of him and proceeded to suck both the hardness and the cum out of it. He immediately grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, then went down on me. I had no trouble cumming for him, either. When he stood up he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my chest. "Tad, I'm sorry, I probably didn't do a good job at that, but I'd never sucked such a big one before." "Ron, I shot a load. That's proof that you did just fine." Taking a real risk, I said, "Ron, within the first week of school, someone wrote me a love note. I've always kind of thought that it was you, was it?" "Yes, I'm sorry." "Why? I loved it. In fact I still have it and still read it." "Really, you're not just saying that?" "No, it was the only love note I've ever received." I kissed him again, we pulled up our pants and went back to the room, where Kent had finished fucking Chad's mouth - just finished, I'd say, as he'd collapsed atop Chad and his cock was still in Chad's mouth. I took it that he was waiting for it to recede and to fully drain. It dawned on me that their sex had gone on for so long that Kent had probably kept at it until he climaxed the second time. Chad raised his head, looked at us coming out of the bathroom and smiled. Chad mentioned grabbing a quick something to eat in the hotel dining room before going to the shopping center, but nobody was hungry. I did get a candy bar out of one of the vending machines in a room next to the elevator. I'd only had two weak drinks, but I thought a chocolate bar wouldn't hurt anything because Chad was probably going to want me to drive again. Ron mentioned that he'd been here before with Chad. Kent however was amazed at the size of the shopping complex. I assumed Chat would be heading for Abercrombie and Finch, but I was wrong. He had his own shops that he liked and in every one at least one of the clerks knew him by name. He was a smart dresser; he always looked better than any of the students and a lot of the teachers in school. I knew he didn't shop at discount stores. One store we went to had great sweaters on a Pre-Christmas sale; they had a regular V-neck but were unusual in that the bottom of the sweater and the sleeves had no waist and cuffs of a different weave. They were just tube shapes. When everyone saw them they all wanted one, including myself. Here, I found out that Chad was really unpredictable as when he stripped in front of Ron and me and asked Kent to fuck him in the hotel room. He immediately wanted to buy one for each of us. I told him if that was OK with Ron and Kent, that was fine, but not for me. I felt, being a teacher, plus the fact that he'd paid for the hotel room and everything else, I wouldn't feel comfortable if he bought me something to wear. He snaps back as quick as could be with, "You mean you wouldn't even wear a condom if I bought it?" Nobody heard the remark but I blushed every shade of red that there is. It was funny in a way as it was almost a given that I'd be bare backing him sometime during the stay. None of the Kansas Junction kids I'd had sex with seemed too hot on them - farm influence, I guess. Chad led us from one store to another and had them UPS all purchases to our homes. It was impossible to keep the four of us together and we'd be paired off with a new partner ever once in a while. Among other things discussed and discovered, I found out from Ron (who had now opened up to me) that Chad and he were cousins - their mothers are sisters. And, of greater interest, they'd fooled around with each other in various types and levels of sexuality since they were children. (That solved the my question of what drew them together and why they were both into man sex.) On the other hand, I had just accepted Kent for what he was and never thought to ask how he'd become a homosexual. Then, when we were by ourselves, the topic of how we became gay came up and he told me that he was the youngest of a large family and the kids, of necessity, had to double up in bed. Until his oldest brother went off to College he and Kent had slept together, the mother thinking he was old enough and mature enough to deal with any minor emergency that came up during the night. And, as Kent explained it the only emergency his brother actually dealt with was satisfying his sex needs by fucking Kent and using him as a cocksucker until Kent began to like it and then entered into things willingly. It was quite late when we got out of the shops but, then, we had a late start. Walking from the elevator to where I'd parked the car, Chad asked me if I knew where any porno bookstores/arcades were. I told him I had seen some on South Broadway and on East Colfax that were the closest, adding that I absolutely wasn't going to try to get them all in. As it ended up, we did go to one on East Colfax - Chad wanted me to buy all of them cockrings; he'd heard of them but was afraid to order some on the Internet for fear his mom would find them, even though she and his dad both accepted that he was gay. I told Chad I insisted on paying for them, if he'd wear something I'd bought. He smiled; he knew it was sort of a dig after what had happened over the condom remark of his. I asked what they wanted to do for dinner and they wanted to leave it up to me but they wanted to go back to the hotel first and have some drinks. When we got back to the room, I called a small, Italian Restaurant in the Cherry Creek area just a few blocks north of where we had been shopping. I thought that would end the drinking before they got carried away with it and ended up not eating anything. Also, I wanted to take a taxi to dinner. I was driving no more tonight. The drinks we had in the hotel room led to a lively dinner conversation. Chad and I sat next to each other in the booth and he was constantly reaching under the table and sticking his hand down my pants and coping a feel of it until he had me thoroughly worked up. When we entered I had given the waiter who seated us one of my credit cards and when we finished the meal he handed it back to me with a receipt to sign. Chad was not pleased that I had finally managed to pay for something other than the cockrings, saying he'd get me for that. During dinner, I gained another tidbit of interest - Chad's dad was not only the local Banker he was President of the School Board, too. I wondered if that was why everyone was always telling me not to worry. After a few more drinks back in the hotel room and when all of us were beginning to get horny again, Chad said he thought we should put on the white, terry robes in the closet, and go up to the top floor where there was a small, men's gym and steam room. I questioned that there would be too many hotel guests in a hotel steam bath on a Saturday night. Chad explained that admittance was by a card key lock like the rooms. As a guest we could use our room card key. A non-guest could pay a fee at the desk and get a card that worked for 24 hours, so Saturday was probably a pretty good night because it was inexpensive and, at the same time, had a high-class clientele. When we undressed and had put the robes on Chad opened the plastic bag from the bookstore/arcade and distributed the adjustable, Velcro cockrings. The steam room was larger than I expected - three tiers of wide, bench seats along one wall. When we had hung our robes outside I caught Chad palming a tube of lube. When we entered there were four older guys already there, two in their late 20s and two probably in their early 30's. One guy in the 20's age group was a little drunk. They all had big cocks but they were just looking - some had erections - no fooling around as yet. They were kind of typical of the guys you would find in a steam room. They were hung and not offended by being naked or being looked at by other men. In fact only one guy had a towel tied around his waist and he was showing below it - so much for his fake modesty. It was obvious they were all cruising - I mean cruising for sex, naturally. When the four of us were in the room and seated and started chatting with each other it was obvious that we were a group, but, never the less, we were immediately the center of attention. And believe me, Ron was getting his share. All of the boys looked young, but Ron looked especially that way - he definitely looked like a boy rather than a young man. Then, someone asked if we were from Denver; I volunteered the information that we were from Kansas - no specific location given. Then another guy asked, "After you're done here, would you like to come up to my room, have some drinks and party for a while." I replied that we had our own room and had already been partying - thanks anyway. I guess I was naïve because I had imagined we would get some steam and return to the room and start having fun - that is until Chad palmed the lube. Suddenly he starts kissing me then stands on the floor, reaches over the first seating level and braces his hands on the second tier and hands me the lube. There was only one way to read his actions - he wanted fucked and he wanted it right now. My cock was ready. Like Chad I still had on the cockring, so my dick was maximum big and maximum hard so I slipped my whole erect, 8 inches into his love hole in one swoop as everyone in the room watched from one angle or the other. Chad's only reaction was that he turned his head and closed his eyes to show me that he was in a state of total bliss. Consequently, I didn't go easy with him. From the beginning I fucked him in long strokes, over and over. God, I felt like I was an automatic fucking machine. Chad, with his cockring, hadn't even gone soft and I sensed that this was going to go on for a long time. Kent did, too. He knelt on the first level of bench, to one side of Chad, and put his huge cock in my face for me to suck. An interruption occurred when the drunken guy reached under Chad trying to jack him off while sticking a finger in my ass at the same time. One of the older guys told him to bug off and just watch as we were a group and we were worth just watching. The next diversion occurred when the guy who had romped on the drunk moved and sat down next to Ron and Ron immediately dropped to the floor and began sucking him off. After all four of us had shot our loads we showered before going back to the room. Once back in the room, we literally collapsed, Kent and Chad in one bed, Ron and me in the other. I noticed that it was 11 o'clock on the digital clock between the beds and didn't look at it again until 5 AM when I woke up and was vaguely aware that Kent was getting out of bed, going to the bathroom, turning on the bathroom light and closing the door. Then again an hour later he woke me up and guided me into the bathroom. It took me a few minutes to realize, even after he sat on the toilet and pushed his body as far forward as he could and still keep his butt on the seat, that he was not only totally erect and obviously offering me his huge boy cock, but he had also shaved all his pubic area and his balls. What a fucking beautiful and exciting cock Kent had and what a fucking wonderful way to begin the day, even if it was 6 o'clock in the morning. Less than a minute ago I was asleep and sex was the furthest thing from my mine - now there was nothing I wanted more than to drop onto my knees, between his legs and take his huge, fat, cum shooting, boy cock into my mouth and make it shoot off its warm love juice into my mouth - its beautiful teenage juice, its sweet forbidden juice. It was totally hard and the foreskin was fully retracted. As I started to go down on it I noticed it was so clean it smelled nice, in fact it smelled a little like shaving cream. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slipped it over his cockhead. I loved that big, pink cockhead. I could easily get off just sucking on it but I knew that Kent was hot to be sucked off so I moved down on his shaft and was soon taking his whole 8 inches of boy cock into my hot and hungry mouth. Despite his being horny it took a while until he was ready to cum. As soon as his ball sack began to shrink and rise up next to the bottom of his shaft I braced myself to swallow his juice. I knew his big cock would soon be pulsing it out of his piss slit. Something I rarely ever do is masturbate myself when I'm sucking on a cock but with such a close up view of his boyhood even before I'd started sucking on it I was masturbating the shit out of my cock as I sucked him. When he came over the edge, I did, too. Kent reached down and pulled me up then he stood up and wrapped his arms around me. "Oh Tad that was so good and I wanted it so much that I just couldn't wait for morning and I was afraid that then we might not have a chance." "I'm glad you did. It was a spectacular way to start the day." "I'm glad you liked it. I want you to know I really love my history teacher and I'm so glad you like sucking my cock; you're so good at it and you can make me feel so good. Nobody else can make me feel like you do." "And nobody else has a cock that equals yours. It's the greatest and you're the greatest." Kent turned off the bathroom light, looked out to find the other's still asleep, found his cigarettes in his toilet bag and we both smoked one, stopping every once in a while to kiss or to fondle one another's receding erections. We left right after breakfast and I drove until we reached Strasburg were we had breakfast and filled the gas tank. I sat opposite Kent and he kept looking at me and smiling. I guess he, too, was enjoying the memory of our secret, early morning sex activity. Ten minutes after I walked into the door, my mom and dad called. I felt like a heel not having called them while I was in Denver, but I couldn't think of an excuse for my being there. I promised to take off for Christmas vacation in the early evening of the day school was out because they always left the day after for San Diego to visit my mom's sisters. After Christmas and when I got back to Kansas Junction, Chad called me about 7 in the evening. His parents had taken off for 2 weeks in Florida and Kent's parents had driven to Houston for 10 days or 2 weeks. He wanted to come over. After he'd grabbed a beer from the fridge he sat down in a chair in the living room facing where I was sitting on the couch. "Tad, I have something to ask you, a favor, a real big favor." I couldn't imagine what he was leading up to so I just responded "Give it to me." "Every year I have a New Year's Eve party but now my mom is having new carpeting laid, tiling the bathrooms, and wood laminate installed in the family room and breakfast area. The house is unsafe; it's a tripping area in every room. Would you let me have the party here?" I damned near choked. "God, that sound like a lot to ask, Chad, being I'm a teacher and all." "You're right, but let me expand it a while before you give me a definite no. It's not a free for all - 15 max. Your kitchen and breakfast area are so big the party could be confined to those rooms. Beer drinking only and I supply food at midnight before anyone drives home. Everyone shares the ride, so not a lot of cars are involved; in fact there's lots of space between the garage and the barn for parking, so no cars would be seen from the road and with the party in the kitchen there need not be a lot of lights on in the front of the house. Oh, and even though I pay for the party, Kent co- hosts it, so he'll be here too. And, last but not least, you can trust me that it will not get spread around. " "Well, I admit that you seem to have things well thought out, but I still don't know. I'd be uncomfortable being around students at a beer drinking party." "Tad, that's covered, too. You can go hang out at my house, or stay upstairs and watch the TV in your bedroom or even go to Hays for a movie," "Please Tad. I'd owe you big time if you say OK." With that said, he unzipped his jeans and took out his fat 6 inch dick which was hard as hell. "Please Tad, everything will turn out OK, believe me." "Chad put your dick away, that's not playing fair." "I know but I also know you like dick, you like to look at it; you're looking at it right now." He moved over and sat beside me on the couch and said, "Why don't you feel it. It's nice and hard. I know you like to play with cocks." "Jesus, Chat, why are you doing this to me?" He didn't answer but got up, and with his dick still sticking out of his pants' picked up his beer can and my glass. "What was in here Tad - scotch of bourbon?" "Scotch and there's club soda on the counter." Sitting back down beside me he put his arm around my shoulder. "Tad, it was so cool having you in Denver with me, seeing you naked around the hotel room, and I was so proud to be seen with you in the stores and that is why I wanted to go to the steam room. I wanted to be seen with you and I wanted guys to watch you fuck me with your big man-meat. That was so far out." "I enjoyed it too, Chad, it was a real fun weekend." "Chad, Kent and I will stay overnight after the party and clean everything up the next day. We're good at it, believe me. And the three of us can sleep together in your king-sized bed. It doesn't usually snow around here until January, but it does start to turn cold after Christmas. Just think how snuggly warm and cozy we would be sleeping together in your bed - three guys, kinda snookered up, all with hard cocks and queer for male sex - desperate for some cock sucking and fucking boy pussy. I can almost cum just picturing it." It was my turn to not respond. I couldn't think of one more argument against the party. "Tad, why don't we start the New Year's Party a little early? Why don't I sleep over and you can suck me because I know you like to suck cocks and then you can fuck me because I've talked myself into needing it real bad. Wouldn't you like that? I'm real hot for you and when I'm hot I'm real good sex, believe me. We could have a lot of fun." I began turning off the downstairs' lights and Chat put a can of beer in each front pocket and with a glass half full of scotch in one hand and a can of dry soda in the other, went up the stairs in front of me, his cock still sticking straight out of his fly. I looked at his buns, they were small, hard and tight and looked so even in his jeans. He had done a job on me; I was more than ready to suck his hard cock and fuck that tight little ass of his. I apologize for being so long in posting this chapter. The next one will be forthcoming sooner than this one did. Thanks for reading my story. Joe