Date: Sat, 12 May 2012 01:03:11 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dreams Without Guilt or Shame - part 2

		  Dreams Without Guilt or Shame  - part 2
		       by blondeallover@hotmail.com



Peggy Sue shined through the next day with sort of a radiant confidence
that was unusual for her, to say the least.  Her carefully selected outfit
included an odd item of party clothes that others noticed seemed to have
the effect of her attractively blending in with the sharper dressed girls.
Those girls looked and said nothing.  However more than one teacher passing
her would say something like "you are looking especially nice and chipper
this morning, Peggy Sue."

"Thank you!"

Between classes, she would make a point of approaching boys at their
lockers and asking them about the new games for their X-boxes and Wiis.
She wanted to know who was making the best progress in their impromptu
skate board competitions and assured them that as soon as the field hockey
season was over, she would take time to watch them.  This was a girl who
seemed to them had joined "the eyes cast down" crowd.  She had suddenly
blossomed into a grinning flirt.  Especially coming from one they noticed
as "coming along so nice", they liked the sudden switch.  More than one boy
had his gender organ prompted to stir and enliven in appreciation to the
new interest.

She smiled at Mr. Rodmann when she handed in her math homework.  She had
spent an hour longer with it than usual the night before and sincerely felt
she understood.  She enjoyed her class for the information imparted as well
as her teacher's style of presentation.  She noticed that there were
moments when her pulse would race.

She was focused and motivated at field hockey practice.  Never a sterling
athlete, she assisted her scrimmage team with many assists on goals.  Her
coach was tuned into the energetic difference from the day before.  "Great
improvement kid.  Let 's see that kind of moxie on game days."  She
curtailed her shower more than she would have liked to.  She felt those
sparks of tingle as the hot water ran over her, and she did not want other
girls to see evidence of her physical feelings.

*****************************

At 4:30 sharp, Mr. Rodmann was also seated next to the young teen in one of
the student desk/chairs he had arranged to be next to flush with his
student's.  Some papers were set to one side on the smooth surface.  The
odor of just a hint of his cologne mixed with the warm soapy scent of his
recent shower set the young woman to tingling again, especially about all
her womanish places.

"Now I have checked through both your assignments of the last 2 nights,
young lady.  I may have underestimated your comprehension.  You got a C+
and and then a B+.  That makes me feel so much better about you."  He
smiled infectiously at his student seated in such close proximity.  She
immersed herself in his smile.  She was so profoundly attracted to the
hazel eyes that shone with wisdom, sensitivity, and just a touch of rakish
mischief.  His not too short curly light brown hair with blond highlights
was always so appealing, no matter how "bad hair day" askew and the sweet
small vulnerability of a bald spot at the top and back.  His moustache with
the not quite "Mexican" growth corners lent itself to a daring quality to
someone who was already a jumble of masculine intrusions.

The teacher was no unfeeling lout.  The look of sadness and neediness in
the young teen's eyes disturbed him.  "Peggy Sue, it is not appropriate for
me and somewhat against policy for us to have that other talk about you and
me.  But I am going to take another one of those risks we spoke of
yesterday and I am really going to get into it with you."

He noticed a tear forming at the corner of her eye.  "Come here, sweetie.
Come to my teacher's chair with me."  The image of Bruce in his lap was
still fresh in her mind and she sprinted to do the same.  Seconds later he
was rocking her in his safe warm arms, being smooched on her cheeks.

"I know so much more about kids your age than my students think I do.  You
should have seen me at the PTA meeting just after this year started.  I let
the parents have it.  I told them that as teachers of kids your age we
cannot give you many critical things you need to do well in school.  Yes
you need discipline and boundaries.  But even more than younger children by
a few years, you need constant physical affection.  Yes, even the boys.
You struggle with so many changes and are nagged by so many unending
impulses, you need constant loving attention from your parents, for
affirmative self-esteem and to help cope with the mixed signals and
feelings of confusion.  If they cannot provide it, then they are to see to
it that brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or close family
friends are there to provide a constant stream of sugar, unrelentingly.

"If they do not do their job, then people your age and a little older will
seek out both lots of affection and sexual release from other sources that
are inappropriate and risky.  The consequences for both sexes can be
devastating for the rest of their lives.  If they have those needs
fulfilled, at least in large order, then they can enjoy sweet dreams both
day and night.  Then both boys and girls can dream for the brass ring and
have the confidence to reach for it.

 "I followed up a couple of questions.  Yeah that kind of attention can
increase the sexual tensions.  They should make it their job that you have
plenty of time and venue of privacy for you, for your satisfying release -
both boys and girls.  Most people there thought I was nuts.  But a couple
of teachers and mothers came up to me later and thanked me for exhibiting
some guts there that evening."

The young almost pint sized teen in his arms hugged him even closer.  "Oh
Mr. Rodmann, you are so smart."

"Not so smart, my little friend.  Just someone who has a mission to learn
from my life - to listen to my dreams.  Now, let 's talk about your
feelings.  Do you have any questions about Bruce and me?"

The girl in the teacher's lap straightened up in a sense of genuine
curiosity.  "Yes Mr. Rodmann, are you gay?"

The teacher smiled and hugged his student again before answering.  "I don't
think it would make a difference to you if I am, and that is nice.  For
tonight, please call me 'Skip.'  I recently found out I am gay, but I also
am str8 at the same time.  I think I am more str8 than gay, because as
Fabienne put it, 'I will go nuts if I don't get some pussy after a while.'"

The teen giggled and broke out in a wide grin.  The tone in her voice
started to take on a litany of quick gesticulations.  "You mean the woman
you were going to marry knows about you and Bruce?  I didn't know you could
be str8 and gay at the same time?  That 's so cool.  When did you and
. . ."

Her teacher interrupted.  "Whoao, whoao, there young lady.  One question
and one topic at a time.  First, I need to tell you how much better you
look with a smile on your face.  Yes Fabienne was the first to know when
Bruce and I became intimate.  She congratulated me.  She said our love will
broaden my horizons.  When we were together she said it was so frustrating.
It was always about 'math, math, math'.  Poor Fabienne!  She tried to yank
me out of a box and criticized herself when she thought she failed.  But
she succeeded in so many little ways, I just never showed her that."

"Why did you break up with her?"

"For a lot of reasons, sweetheart.  I do not want to tell most of them
because I was ashamed of myself for them.  Remember what I said about guilt
and shame.  A couple of weeks after we were apart, I sent her a long email
message and wrote what I was ashamed of myself for.  That helped me get
through it.  It was very hard for me to fall out of love with her.  But I
did.  But I still love her so much and I need her friendship.  I love all
my students.  But in the last 2 days, I have learned I can count on your
friendship.  In subtle and not too obvious ways, I will need your
friendship Peggy Sue, for years to come."

The teen pressed herself into her teacher's chest.  "Oh Mr. Rod . . . Skip,
you will have my friendship in my dreams - I hope yours too."

"But you think I am skirting around the whole issue of Bruce Sideways,
don't you?"

She lifted herself up and nodded up and down with the biggest grin yet.

"Well when Fabienne and I were together during the last sort of dark days
of our relationship at the beginning of the year about 2 months ago, we had
a coaches meeting still sweating in the main mens PE office.  Bruce and I
still stayed behind to talk with the 2 scheduling people.  There seemed to
have been some screw up conflicts with some of the girls games, which has
since been sorted out.  There were only about 4 of us in the showers. Bruce
was under the shower head next to me and I guess when the other 2 were not
looking, he flashed me a gay cruise."

She looked up to show her teacher a puzzled expression.

"Well let me shorten the explanation by saying that when a dude is naked in
a locker room setting, a cruise is when he is ogled up and down with
interest by another man who is checking his ass, dick, nuts, maybe his tuft
of weed, and then looked in the eye in a way that shows the naked dude that
the other likes what he sees.  Well Bruce did that to me, and I found
myself liking it.  We both waited until the 2 guys stepped from the shower,
and I mean I thrust my hips around and flaunted washing my package and then
the crack between my ass cheeks so that he could get a real close look.  He
tried to make a pass at me later when we were dressing.  I whispered, 'no,
maybe later.'"

Peggy Sue sat up and shook her teacher's shoulder.  She had something to
say.  She wanted him to know that she knew more about this matter than what
he thought.  "Peggy Taleteller has an older gay cousin who tells her almost
everything.  She adores him."

She spoke with the most confident tone of conviction in her voice of the
afternoon up until then. "She has shown us pictures of him.  He is so cute
he is dreamy.  He lives in the city where there are a lot of gay men and he
goes to the gym where about 1/2 the other members are gay.  He told her he
doesn't cruise other men so much, but loves to be looked at by them.  He
spends a lot of time naked in the locker room.  She says when he isn't
taking a long shower, he spends the maximum amount of time with other guys
in the sauna, peeing into a urinal, using a sink to shave, weighing himself
at the scales, or having long conversations with friends.

"She told us he figured out tricks for getting looks and I guess cruises
from other guys.  If he thought most of the other guys assigned to nearby
lockers were into other guys the way he is, after he would come back from
his workout all sweaty, he would take off all his gym clothes and take out
his towel and shampoo and combs, then he would pretend he was having
trouble closing his locker door before he could walk to the shower room."
The teen was nearly convulsing with titters and giggles.

"Get a grip girl.  Don't giggle out on me now.  What happened next?"

"Well, of course all the other men would look to see what the problem was.
But he would pretend he needed to put some strength into shaking that door,
so the other guys would get to see his muscles tweak and his dick shake and
flop about. . . Hee! Hee!. . . And he would also do that thing where he
would keep clenching and relaxing his ass cheeks quickly.  Even though the
pictures I have seen of him are always with his ass covered, that must have
been a show that even all the girls would enjoy looking at.  Anyway, he
would get the looks he wanted.

"I think you and Bruce should get guest passes to the gyms in the city and
maybe get cruised hanging out naked in the locker room or maybe cruise
other men."

The teacher hugged and kissed the teen in his arms, once again.  "Now that
shows the kind of imagination and sense of humor a girl your age should
have.  It should be a part of your dreams.  As a suggestion to a friend
which I will take up with Bruce, it is a very thoughtful and generous
gesture."

Peggy Sue was starting to get impatient.  "So when did you and Bruce
finally start kissing and when did, you know, you start having sex?"  The
teen spoke over her teacher who had started to answer, but she was
determined to vocalize her litany of questions to its conclusions.  "And
what kind of sex did you start with and when did you move on to other
things?.  What kinds of positions have you tried?"

Her teacher looked a little astonished at his student.  "You really want to
know the gammit of our sex lives, don't you?  Don't you want something left
for your imagination and dreams?"

"Just a little.  You told me I should not be ashamed.  Now I wish I had
seen you with Bruce's cock in your hand and seen whatever else you 2 were
going to do together, from when I was inside that closet."  She pointed in
the direction of the closet.  Her other hand was trying to wrap its fingers
around her teacher's own cock covered as it was by Dockers and whatever
else.

The adult man liked the feel of the hand of the young girl that was
exploring the length of his straining aroused organ, even though she was
applying too much pressure.  He had to collect his thoughts.  "I tell you
what.  Maybe some evening I could get Bruce to come up here with me again
and we could proceed with a repeat performance.  You would be alerted in
advance and safely hidden away to watch the whole show uninterrupted, this
time.

"What did you plan on doing?"

"I figured this desk was just the right height.  I planned on getting him
on his back and raising his legs so that his ankles or calves would be on
my shoulders.  That way he would be doubled over and propped up just enough
so that when I was standing behind the desk, it would be real easy for me
to fuck him up his ass."

"Would you both have been naked?"

"That was my intention.  But maybe it would be more fun for you if you
watched him fuck me?"

She looked at him with wanderlust and sincerity.  "Oh Skip, either way,
that would be just dreamy."

"Good!  Well let it sit with your dreams."  He moved into whisper loudly
into her ear and she allowed herself to be entranced by the hot breath as
it hit her ear, cheek, and neck.  "If it really happens, compare the
reality with what you had dreamed about.  Do you like the feel of my hard
cock under my pants?"

She nodded again in the affirmative.

"You would like me to show it to you, wouldn't you?"

"Oh Skip!  I am not sure, but I think I may have dreamed that one already."

"It would at least be a daydream fulfilled."

"Oh yes, please!"

"Would you want to see it just by having it pulled out, or instead from my
having gotten naked?"

"Oh Skip would you do that?  Yes, naked, please!"

He breathed hard on her neck before he asked her the next question.  "I
would never have to touch you when it happened, but would you be willing to
get naked with me?"

There was a pause. "I would want us to hug if we got naked together.  It
would be dreamy if you would hold me that way.  But I am not sure I am
pretty enough for you."

The teacher suddenly pulled away and looked his young partner directly in
the eye. She had stopped tugging at his masculine organ.  "Don't say such a
stupid thing.  Of course you are pretty and sexy enough for me.  I have had
you on my lap for how long, now?  Do you think I would have gotten hard if
I didn't have a little goddess in the making on my lap?  My hormones have
ramped down compared to those of my students.  I wouldn't get aroused by
just any girl or guy."

They hugged again and lips met.  She started to point her tongue and try to
insert it into his mouth right away.  He pulled away and placed his
forefinger to her lips, encouraging her to purse them.  The two sets of
lips met again and just explored each other for a minute.  He opened his
mouth slightly and she followed his example.  Tongue tips met, tasted each
other, and tasted soft lips.  More tongue from both explored slowly.

Suddenly the teacher pulled away.  "I know a place where you can get me
naked and we can have comfortable privacy if a janitor isn't hanging
around.  .  .  How about the little bed in the nurses station?"

They gathered books and his briefcase.  On their way, Peggy Sue put her
books in her locker.  That gave her both free hands to feel about the front
of her teacher's pants.  But on their way, they encounterd another teacher
and Peggy Sue had to straighten up and act demure.

"Staying behind to grade papers again, Pete?"

"You bet.  Glad to get it done before returning home.  Good evening, Peggy
Sue."

"Hello Mr. Guyser."

"We were staying behind for some extra tutoring.  But her recent homework
shows she is getting the hang of it better than I thought."

"Glad to hear it, Skip.  Goodnight"

Out of earshot, "do you think I am getting the hang of your other
tutoring?"

"You are a remarkable student."

"Well, why won't you tutor me about Bruce Sideways?"

"We keep getting distracted.  About a week after I knew Fabienne and I were
through, we kissed in the faculty parking lot.  Part of the thrill for us
then was that we might get caught.  A couple of times earlier in the locker
room, we dried each other off with our towels and then while we were still
naked I caressed his shoulders and back.  There was a football coach and
one of the janitors just 3 aisles away and other coaches in the main PE
office.  Those were the first times we saw each other get hard.  Now, I
think most of the faculty including the PE people know we are an item."

*****************************

They had arrived at the nurse station and there were tell tale signs that
the janitor had already been through.  The student assumed an extraordinary
confidence now.  "Get on the bed so I can undress you."

"The day we kissed, we drove back to my place in his car.  He had his hands
all over me.  Inside the little house I rent, we immediately started
undressing each other.  Well when we got down to boxers, his chubby cute
guy was peeking out of his fly.  We had both been dripping and leaking.
You do know what it means when turned on boys and men leak, don't you?"

"I want to see it."  She had both of his shoes and socks off and was
unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well, we were naked together for the first time outside of the locker room
and we just sat and lied down on each other on my sofa.  We both wanted to
just explore what was there for each other. We sniffed and rubbed.  I don't
know what I was expecting, but a man is just as soft as a woman mostly,
only there is more of him.  Soft body hair seems to be a bonus to the
touch."

Peggy Sue had his shirt off and was pulling off his tank top style
undershirt.  He was about to be bare chested.  She immediately plunged her
hands into his dense chest hair and massaged all about. "Oh Skip, you are
so soft and warm."  She moved in to rub her face all about and kiss his
nipples.  The teacher had one of his large hands patting her hair at the
back of her head.

"We kept tugging, sniffing, kissing and sucking at each others' hard cocks.
Eventually we were sort of just below the belt and between the legs to each
others faces.  What people call 69ing.  I was on top"

The teen was reminded that what had really been secret from her all her
life.  She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trouser but before unzipping,
found his bulge again.  It seemed longer than she expected and pleased that
she could feel it throb and grow even more when she massaged it.  What
intrigued her most of all was the amount of warmth that emanated out of
just human flesh even through the fabric that covered it.  That experience
more than any other triggered the warm wet heat to flow from her own sex.
Her thoughts were spontaneous.  "No wonder the girls like these things to
pump up into their snatching pussies.  Now I know why some older girls brag
that they even love them ploughing into their shit holes."

The teacher had stopped talking, noticing his young partner's focus on his
body.  She pulled down the zipper and tugging his pant legs to pull off his
trousers away from his feet was not difficult.  The outline of his 8 inch
bulging cock was visible and little wet spots were apparent near the band
of his boxers.  She was attracted to hairy strong thighs, but that was not
going to be her focus right then.  With her right hand, she slipped it
through his fly to cop a feel of smooth almost searing velvet flesh, noting
the little rises of pulsing veins, all for the first time in her life.

The last garment had to come off.  She could see the bouncing twitches and
flinches of excitement of the most enticing small animal she had ever
encountered.  She tugged at the band and pulled down the one remaining
covering.  The musk of it hit her nostrils instantly.  She wanted to sniff
more.  She bit her lower lip as to try and curtail overwhelming desire.  It
was odd but deliciously protruding warm flesh.  It was all nestled in a
dense but very disheveled growth of what instinct told her must be the
softest fuzzy most fragrant long hairs for personal enjoyments.  She
surrendered to her impulses and dropped her head into the mess of masculine
corpus.  She sniffed, kissed, licked, lightly sucked, and gently fondled in
slow exploration all she beheld there.  From the salty sauce at the end of
his cock down through even his furry crotch to his surprisingly sweet
smelling and pungent tasting pucker, she wanted to acquaint herself with
all in its every centimeter.

She finally raised her head from between her teacher's legs and smiled.
"Bruce Sideways is a very lucky man.  I am jealous."

"Does what a man have square with your dreams?"

"Oh it is much better than what I have dreamed for.  But then I never
dreamed for a man as sexy as you are."  She was rubbing his turgid flesh on
her face and neck.

"Sexy is as sexy does.  Peggy Sue, if you really want to enjoy my cock and
feel it in other places, you should take off all your own clothes."

It was as if the suggestion was a sort of profound epiphany.  There was no
hesitation now.  He lifted himself to help her gently remove all her
clothes except her underwear. Unsnapping her bra was almost effortless.
But as her straps fell away, she placed her arms and forearms over the
supporting fabric.  She shot her teacher her best effort at a coquettish
look.

"Oh come on my little goddess, show me the sweet fruit we both know you
have."

"Do you really think I am a goddess?"

"If you aren't now, you will be soon."

The sexy look she shot the naked man she was straddling was comically
exaggerated.  "If you are a good boy and, .  .  .  .  you promise to keep
that appointment in your home room where I can watch you and Bruce fucking
together."

"You little blackmailer.  Deal!  Now show me that awesome pair you have
got." His broad grin broke into a serious expession when he pulled away the
support garment himself.  He reached slowly and gently cupped the underside
of her lovely pair, but his fondles progressed to firm unabashed groping.
The teen suffered a moment of anxiety that her metamorphosing womanhood was
not sufficient for her mature partner.

Her worries were instantly dispelled.  "Oh I miss a gorgeous woman's
beautiful tits so much.  You realize that is what you have, don't you Peggy
Sue?"  She was too immersed in hypnotic erotic feelings to answer.  He
raised himself to suck and lick the delicious soft flesh from the sides and
undersides.  He left for last the very pointy nubs that were perked up.  He
sucked and nibbled there with the ardor of a very hungry immensely
overgrown male baby.  He felt the young lithe body he had connected to
twinge and jerk in shots of delightful sensation.

The teen sensed the older man with his large fingers of one hand caress her
soft skin down and beyond her young tummy to a new garden yet to be
explored by any males - new in the sense as a brilliant butterfly to be
admired from a freshly emerged chrysalis.  She focused on those fingers
with their intentions of the most inimate acquaintances: the dense warm
liquid that covered soft hairs, bulging lips, and a swelling love button.

In a soft sighing voice, "oh yes please!  That feels so nice.  Pull it down
and get me naked now."  Her panties were down to her knees and she adjusted
and shifted herself so that they could be pulled away altogether.  Before
tossing them aside, the older man bunched them up to his nose and inhaled
deeply, obviously very pleased for the experience.  That gesture made her
feel the most beautiful and appreciated yet.

She adjusted herself over him so that all the still sopping wet charms
lingered just over his head and mouth and she could reach for his throbbing
enchanting cock.  "Oh I didn't realize until just now how right Fabienne
is.  I need your pussy now so much Peggy Sue."  With deft tounge and
fingers first to either side of her lips, then the lips themselves, before
wiggles of soft tongue against her aching love button, the squealing
explosion of dense heat and the tingling fit that started between her legs
rose up quicker than she had anticipated.  When she awoke completely to
lucid consciousness she humped and ground the whole commotion into her
partner's face.  He grunted his approval and appreciation.

As the teen worked her partner's bucking and twitching cock, he had
adjusted her slightly spreading ass.  She squeaked little notes of pleasure
as he kissed, sucked, and fingered the rim of her tasty pucker.  She still
had plenty of conscious focus to stroke, kiss, and lick about the heated
flesh that prompted new desires between her legs even though the mannish
one eyed monster was several inches away.  That one eye was stretching and
dilating a little bigger by the second.

"Peggy Sue, if you want to make me cum, you are doing a great job."

She suddenly felt much of the flesh about his shaft, head, and about his
piss slit become very tender.  Her little fists felt the strongest throbs
yet.  The first streak of ripe smelling slightly congealed jizz squirted at
least 5 inches into the air landing on his lower tummy and the upper end of
his bush.  The second streak spurted almost as far.  She watched as 6 or 7
little spurts followed, dripping down his shaft on to her hands, but at
least 10 less intense throbs followed that were dry.  She was fascinated
that his grunts and moans of pleasure accompanied mostly just his dry
throbs.  Pulling her hands away, she tasted the cooling sauce on her
fingers. It was a little more bitter than she expected and seemed to taste
of a mix of ingedients including even a touch of cleaning fluid.

Her ass wiggled as she reached for tissues and paper towels at the nurse
stand.  She started in with her gesticulated observations and questions but
noticed how relaxed the stretched out naked man on the bed looked.  "You
look like you enjoyed that.  Your cum smells funky but nice - like your
warm insides churn sauce ground up from super ripe veggies and fruit.  It
tastes a little bitter though.  It was really hot to make you do that from
your awesome cock."  She was scooping up dabs of the discharge and tasting
them off her fingers.  "What does it taste like to you when you give Bruce
a bj?"

"Well my little goddess, I never sucked cock until I became intimate with
Bruce just weeks ago.  His semen tastes better than I thought.  It tastes
earthy and rich.  I like it fresh from the pee hole as Bruce's cock is
spraying the warm stuff in my mouth on my tongue, my palette, or best of
all, back to my throat.  That 's the way I like to eat it.  More than a few
seconds on the outside, it does not appeal to me."

By now she had him and herself cleaned off, more or less. She gently pushed
him some so she could lie next to and up against the exuding warmth of the
naked man.  She made the effort to make sure his bigger warm arms were
covering her to her greatest satisfaction.  "You know, I don't think I will
ever give a boy a blow job until I am certain he is going to be nice to me
and do his best to care about me."

"That is a very sensible objective, Peggy Sue.  You should never give such
personal favors to any boy or man unless you are certain that he is
trustworthy to be completely appreciative and discrete about your
kindnesses.  It is something else you can dream on."

"Maybe I would give a gay boy a blow job so he could teach me what boys and
men like best.  I don't know any gay couples among the boys at our school.
I guess there aren't any."  She felt her partner stiffen a little.

"Oh Skip, do you and Bruce know something I don't?"  She scrambled to hover
over him with her tits hanging down over the hairs of her partner's chest.
Her eyes were wide open with urgency.  "Oh I could never tell a living soul
about a hidden away boy."

"You mean a boy in the closet."

"Yeah, this place is awful about that sort of thing.  I mean there are lots
of girls like me who think its really cool.  But there are too many stuck
up bitches here who would want to be mean about it like most of the boys,
especially some really creepy jerks."

"I get that you are sensitive and could never be anything but discrete
about people who would not completely fit in here."

"I DON'T completely fit in here.  Any boy I found out to be gay would be
sort of in my club.  He would be part of the out club."

"Peggy Sue, you could fufill a dream of forming a new 'in' club of your own
choosing."

"I don't care about that.  I want to know who the gay boys are?"

"Why?  So then you could confront them about it and embarrass them."

"No.  It is true I would approach them to be friends.  But I would try to
be friendly in a way that they could feel comfortable and trust me. They
would come to think of me as someone who loves them no matter what.  Then
they could tell me whatever they wanted without anything bad happening as a
result."

The teacher wrapped his arms around his warm naked student again.  He
pressed against her and gave her more than one big smooch on the cheek.
"Aspiring to be friendly, warm, and kind to the underdogs of our society is
an admirable dream.  It may be your most difficult to fulfill. You will
have to constantly work on it over the years.  If you have the courage to
master those social skills, you will be an authority on all of them. . .
Ok, I will tell you what I know, but don't make any trouble for anyone,"

"The teen frantically crossed herself.  I promise, Skip.  Who do you know
about?"

"A week ago we had a couple visit us at Bruce's place.  He has known them
and sort of mentored them for over a year now.  Carlson Guyser and Chuckie
Coxswain in the 11th grade were our guests."

"You mean Carlson on varsity basketball who is the nephew of Mr. Guyser and
Chuckie on varsity wrestling are a gay couple?  They both have girlfriends,
though."

"Patty Sapphokund and Junebug Flowerbud are lesbian lovers.  Both couples
paired off more than 2 years ago."

"Get out of here.  That is so cool.  I could never tell anybody about that.
They could be so ruined."

"Yes they could, my little friend.  Whatever you could do to join others in
friendly support if they are ever caught would be generous and helpful
beyond measure.

"But because I always try to learn from students I love, I will tell you
what happened.  Bruce was trying to be hospitable and offered the boys a
beer.  Many kids that age aren't used to even a small amount of alcohol.
Well somehow the coversation turned to Bruce's and my new sex lives.  The 2
boys became a little over-excited and told us they would like to show us
something.  We tried to dissuade them and tell them we knew it all.  They
were kissing and hugging and I could see the hard bulges under their jeans.
I signaled Bruce, let them have their way - hormones in overdrive.  Between
kisses, they were undressing each other."

"Nooooo! Whoao!  You mean Carlson and Chuckie got naked and put on a sex
show for you?"

"Simmer down!  Carlson was completely bare while Chuckie still had more
than 1/2 his clothes on.  But once they were both rolling around on Bruce's
carpet, the remainder of Chuckie's clothes seemed to peel away.  Well they
rolled around, kissed, and sort of humped each other.  Carlson positioned
himself so that he was able to suck on Chuckie's cock and nuts some, but he
quickly moved on to spreading cheeks, kissing, and tonguing Chuckie's bung
hole.  Kind of like what I did to you just now."

"I liked that."

"Well we soon learned that was just the prelude to Chuckie being fucked
there."

"That must have felt wonderful."

"Let me tell you what happened.  Chuckie the wrestler made it seem like he
was being pinned face down.  But Carlson would prop up his partner's ass by
reaching under and pushing him up some by his cock.  He hovered over him so
that he could poke the end of his cock into Chuckie's puckered bung hole
just a little way, then pull it out, and then poke it back in over and
over.  We could see it happen with nothing blocking.  Every time Carlson
would poke his cock into Chuckie's little hole, Chuckie's body below the
waist would shake and quiver some, like a little vibration.  Chuckie would
bark this little grunt every time.  Bruce said he had never seen anything
like it."

"Oh that must have been a wonderful thing to see.  I wish I had been
there."

"Well we are going to talk about your voyeur fetish before I take you home
tonight.  Then they commenced to some good old fashioned ass fucking.  They
showed us at least a 1/2 dozen positions.  Carlson hovered over him wih
Chuckie faced down, Carlson fucked Chuckie in several variants of the
missionary position.  They would get in a lot of open mouthed kissing that
way.  Carlson would fuck him on their sides, propping up Chuckie's free
leg.  But no matter what position Carlson fucked Chuckie, Chuckie would
complain, 'harder!'

"Well I just could not understand that because Carlson has to be at least
an inch longer than I am and almost as thick.  Chuckie looked like he was
getting drilled pretty good to me. Finally, Carlson sat on the sofa.
Chuckie stood over him with his front facing us and slowly bent over to
seat himself so that his ass would be impaled on to Carlson's cock.

"Once they were sitting the way they both wanted, Chuckie would lift
himself up almost to the point where Carlson's cock would pull out, then he
would let himself just drop on to Carlson's pubic bone below him.  He would
grunt his pleasure.  Now he was happy.  He did this over and over again.
But Carlson started to hump up and thrust to meet Chuckie's drops down on
to the big tool of flesh in him.  Between the noise of the impact of their
bodies and and the grunts and groans they would wail on every one of those
impacts, it was getting very noisy.  It went on like this for another five
minutes before you could see Carlson sort of twisting around and moaning
louder.  I now realize he was getting close at this point."

The naked teen did not want to interrupt but cast extreme facial
expressions noting her keen interest in the narration.

"Carlson had been sort of reaching around and playing with Chuckie's ample
nuts when he could.  Chuckie had started stroking his own 6 incher in the
last couple of minutes, I guess.  But Carlson started slowing down and
grunting louder than ever.  Well I guess when Chuckie started to feel
Carlson's warm wet load shoot so far up him, that set him off.  I mean
Bruce and I did not find where Chuckie's first streak of jizz landed until
the next day - on the carpet the other side of the coffee table from the
sofa.  He spurted out a couple of other shots with some pretty good
distance as well. While the 2 young athletes were still groaning from their
ejaculations, Bruce hurried into the kitchen to get warm wet sponges and
paper towels.  He did not want cum stains on his furniture and believe me
there was a lot of cum.

"We hustled Chuckie into the bathroom and the shower before Carlson's
humongous load completely careened from his loving manhole.  Carlson joined
him.

"I would like to take a break before I finish this story, Peggy Sue.  We
ought to get something to eat.  I have some Chinese carryout in the fridge
in the teachers lounge.  We can heat it in the micrwave there."

"Are we going to fool around anymore?"

"I don't know how much time we will have.  There are other things I want to
tell you."  They were tossing the towels and tissues with stale sexual
discharges in a plastic bag that the teacher would take with him to dispose
of elsewhere.  He noticed a small makeup kit on the nurses stand and picked
it up.  "I am going to give you some beauty secrets."

Peggy Sue was only 1/2 joking.  "You mean you are going to give me beauty
tips instead of fucking me?"

"I want to talk to you about being fucked in the conventional sense."  He
collected his keys out of his trousers pocket.  He gave her the spare
blanket at the station to wrap around herself and picked up a towel for
himself.

He peered out the room to make sure the halls were clear.  He signaled the
teen to follow him.  He would signal her to halt and scoot along to peer
around the next corner for any undesirable encounters with janitors.  He
would signal the all clear to follow him.  The teen being able to watch her
teacher in motion completely bare-assed this way was worth the whole
evening in its own right.

to be continued . . . . .