Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:55:32 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com> Subject: GAY TEACHER GAY STUDENT - PART 10 It seemed that the lst. of January was not only a different year but a different everything - fortunately a better everything. The meeting on the Library went smoothly, the proposed design was fantistic and complimented the bank across the street, being remodeled by the same architect. They were compatable in materials, colors and many other factors;Richard,the archiect had the most difficulty in his explanation of the scale of the two builings being the same and got into talking of many things that are necessary, but known only to professionals for the most part. I was really beginning to admire Richard when observing how he worked with the students - he had the patience of a saint. Early on I got into the habit of visiting Matt, as he was Richard's supervisor at the site and it was real easy to become interested in the consruction process. Then when he started work on the apartments he had me hand carrying paper work home that required Claudia's approval - manufacturerers's drawings for plumbing fixtures, bathroom fixtures, light fixtures, carpting, kitchen appliance's and cabinet work in the contract, along with actual samples. Matt said Richard told him clientsliked to know everthing they were getting - large or small. My courier work between Matt and Claudia became fairly extensive when the apartment remodel started; the shop drawing paperwork was about the same for both projects. (FYI - One contractor won both the construction awards.) Another thing I grew to like about the jobsite visits was the trailer moved onto the site, placed over in a corner away from the building footprint, to be Matt's job office. He early on in the game made a sign for the door reading "MEETING - DO NOT DISTURB". The first time I dropped by to pick up shop drawings, he hung up the sign and locked the door. After I'd hung up my coat by the door I sat on a stool at a long, high desk along a wall and under a fluorescent light. Atop this desk he had all the drawings at one end and those that were to be reviewed spread out, including the shop drawings. Matt grabbed a pile and we started on them one-by-one, item by item comparing them with what was shown on the drawings and required in the specifications. Matt guided me through the process but,every now and then went into a period of silence. Finally I asked a question, in an attempt to get things going again. He never really answered, but instead swiveled the bar stool he was sitting on out from under the desk and faced me. My jaw must have dropped because his movement caught my eye, my head,looking down,fixated on his crotch and his cock, which He'd taken out of his fly, was now erected to it's fullseven inches. Before I got a chance to do much more than get a peek at it, Matt was off the stool, kicked his shoes off,unbuttoned and stepped out of his jeans and tossed them aside. He sat on the edge of the table with his legs up and over my shoulders and his erection right in front of my face - ready to be sucked off. I hadn't done anything sexual with him since New Year's Eve and I was ready to take it, believe me. His cock was a cocksucker's dream - the length and girth were perfect for pleasure but not chocking, plump, but at the same time, solid but not spongy. He always left me without any doubt about his enjoing it and always squeezed the sides of my head with his hands (his thighs)this time) and verbally shared with me the iminence, intensity and delight of of his orgasm and ejaculation. He kept squeezing my head with his thighs which made it impossible for me to pull off as he began to ejaculate and his body began to jerk with each throb of his dick as as his testicles pumped his warm jism out of his piss slit and into my mouth. We stood, still naked from the waist down, put his left arm around me and pulled me toward him, then locked me in a kiss as he masturbated me with his right hand. Before leaving we agreed on Wendesday's after school as the pick-up day for stuff to go to Claudia and my bringing Kurt after we'd seen how things went. I could never bring Sammy as he alwayqs rode the school bus home. The school year was disappearing like crazy. Richard finished his drawing illustrating what he would suggest being done to upgrade the business area and told the class he thought they should comply a list of simple improvements to go with it when they presented it - things like painting the light posts a a pleasing shade of blue instead of the olive-green they are now painted, planting street trees. that sort of thing. To close the story on this year's senior, history class' extra curicular activity, the City had acquired the Railroad Stationfrom the Railraod and was begining work converting it to a City Hall. The library was completed in mid June and the City requested Claudia to be the main speaker at the dedication and, at the same time choose a name. She gave a vey eloquent speech composed of memories related to her by her husbands grand parents describing the wagon train journey across the plains and their hardships and their choosing Clayton as it was going to be a railroad stop someday. She named the library the Sullivan Memorial Library in honor of Matt's family, which were leaders in the pioneers in Claudia's description of the pioneers, who had experienced so many hardships in their treck across the prarie in the late 1800's. The mayor, county commissioners and the newspaper editor who followed her to the speaker's podium commented on how she had selected such an appropriate name. And everyone who spoke also gave credit to the high school's history class - the second such class to distinguish themselves with community service. Things quieted down July lst with the completion of Claudia's aparment and the parking lot between it and the library, to be shared by both buildings. Sammy was limited by his summer farm work, so his dad gave him time off for the holiday and the time between the 4th and the following weekend. I'd now been in Clayton for a year and a half s'd and due to their birtdays, Sammy was now sixteen and three months from being 17 while Kurt was fourteen and a half. It must be their living in a small community that accounted for some of the the changes that had occurred, at least they sill conformed to the majority on those points. I think they were due to their parents and the fact that everone in the town all knew them, some of them by more than sight and name. They wereless matured than youths their age in cities. The boys were less knowledgable about sex. The girl's too, or so it appeared, but eager to find out more. Working mothers were few and had more home time to keep track of their chilren's whereabouts. Fewer students had autombiles - Clayton was not a poor town but it was far from prosperous. They were growing into handsome young men, eventhough they were still cute to me. Their voices had become deeper and more sexy. Their teenage cocks looked longer evertime I got a look at them. And, on that Subject,they confessed that they had something to confess to me. It was a shock to me because I felt maybe it was me who should have confessesd. What they confessed was that early in the morning, on New Year's Day, they'd crept down the stairs without getting caught and Sammy had fucked Kurt for his first time - not me. I HAVE JUST RETURNED HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL WERE I WAS TAKEN FOR RECOVERY FROM A STROKE. THROUGH PHYICAL AND SPEECH THER- APY I AM ABLE TO WALK WITH A CANE AND MY SPEECH IS AT LEAST UNDERSTANDABLE. I HAD INTENDED WRITING MORE CHAPTERS TO THIS STORY BUT GUESS I'LL END IT HERE AND REST AWHILE. THEN I MIGHT GET THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE ANOTHTER ONE. THANK FOR READING IT, JOSEPH FARRIN