Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 13:02:50 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: GAY TEACHER-GAY STUDENT 2

Kurt jumped out of bed and turned the radiator valves to the off position
which stopped the banging noises, then looking at the digital alarm clock,
announced, "It's only 5:30" and fell back into bed.

Again on his back and uncovered, he asked, "Did you sleep OK, Jason."

"Only because I was very tired.  Kurt can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything."

Tonight could we wear our shorts to bed?"

"Where you cold sleeping naked below the waist?"

"Actually I found it comfortable.  Clothing never seems to move with you
when you change positions but I've never slept that way with another
person.  I had an urge to touch you when I woke up and saw you on your back
and uncovered, this morning.  It was so erotic."

"Is that something like sexy?"

"Yes, it's a lot like sexy"

"You should have touched it then.  I jacked off while holding yours last
night."  With that said, he ripped the covers off me and said, "You're hard
again!  You've sure got a big one!"

Not waiting for an invitation he rolled over, grabbed it and scooted over
in the bed until we were cock to cock, and started jacking me off.  I
started doing the same to him and we both exploded all too soon.  He
whispered "Holy shit, that was hot!  Too hot to last." I kissed him and we
stayed there, locked together, and so totally relaxed that we quickly fell
back asleep plastered together to wake again at 8:30. We showered together
after he assured me that Claudia never came upstairs as she had arthritis
in her hips.

When we opened the door to go downstairs, we called to Claudia from the
balcony.  She was packing pottery for shipment and told Kurt to fix us
breakfast, telling him there was a bowl of pancake batter, on the counter
next to the range, already mixed with a tea towel over it, the bacon was on
the bottom shelf of the fridge and coffee was already made.

After breakfast, we went back out to the studio.  Claudia's pottery was
really terrific -- the shapes and the glazes both.  I asked if I could help
her with her packing. She said not unless I could figure out a way to make
cardboard partitions to separate the pots.  I responded that I'd work on
the problem before the weekend ended if she'd explain her needs.

"Tomorrow.  Right now you and Kurt better work on your unloading and
unpacking."

"Jase, you laid your keys on the dresser.  I'll run up and get them and our
jackets."  Alone, Claudia said.  "You must be a magician.  I've never seen
Kurt as exuberant and happy as he seems this morning."

"Let's hope it lasts, Claudia, he seems to have taken to me right away and
I think he's out of this world."

"I knew you'd like him.  Everyone likes Kurt, but it seems to be difficult
for him to form close friendships.  Thanks Jason."

"There's no need to say thanks.Jason, there's something I forgot to mention
to you yesterday.  I have arthritis in my hips and don't like to climb the
stairs up to Kurt's room. If you'll get after Kurt and help him dust and
vacuum, change the bedding, do your own laundry, that kind of thng, I want
you to stay here as a member of the family -- no charge for room and board."

"Claudia, that's overly generous."

"No, it's what I want. I insist!"

Kurt was really excited when he saw I had a computer in the car and agreed
to show him how to work it and again when I had to untie a portfolio
carrying case so he could see my pastel chalk drawings -- all portraits and
agreed to do one of him this afternoon.  He had me open the case again to
show Claudia and exclaimed that I was going to do one of him this
afternoon.

A school friend, Sammy, two years older than Kurt, already a skinhead,
bombed in, waited and watched as I finished Kurt's portrait.  Kurt
volunteered for me to do one of Sammy.  I explained it would take an hour
if they had something planned and they couldn't be rolled up and would need
to be protected by a sheet of tissue paper until framed. Unwittingly I had
just launched myself into a second career in Clayton.I ended up doing
portraits of every young boy and girl and half the mothers in the area --
for which I charged a hundred dollars each.

Kurt, Sammy and I went for a long hike before he left, leaving his portrait
with me until his parents brought him back in the car with flat pieces of
cardboard to carry it in. We started by walking up the hill and on to the
main ranch house. Kurt explained that Claudia still owned the ranch and
leased it to a man named Bill Coleman.

The following Saturday, while the three of us were talking together in
Kurt's room, Kurt, out of the blue said, "Jase, show Sammy your dick."
Result -- a three way every Saturday that Sammy came over as well as those
Fridays when he brought a sleeping bag for a sleepover, which for some
reason never got unwrapped.  And I'd thought two in the bed was crowded.

Claudia quit around four and asked if we'd mind going to the No-No for
supper and she'd fix a big Sunday dinner and have it ready in the early
afternoon. Kurt was eager to go to the No-No, so that decided the matter.

Claudia had worked at her packing all day and was visibly tired and Kurt
and I were making eye contact at every chance.  We'd had Claudia's
highballs after instead of before supper, due to eating at the No-No, so by
mutual agreement we agreed to have an early night.

For Kurt and me, the night had just begun. Kurt looked fragile but he was
so fucking hot that he was a real dynamo when it came to sex.  He had my
pants off faster than I could have taken them off myself and my cock was at
attention before he got his off even though he'd achieved the feat one
handed because he never broke our kissing embrace,

Both of us had experienced very few sexual encounters, even though I'd
watched some taking place in college, and were both yjnaive as all get
out. Neither of us knew the meaning of the gay labels like top, bottom,
oral and anal but it didn't matter, nothing mattered except that we wanted
each other.  Although we'd known each other only one day, we still wanted
each other. What we did know was that our cocks would orgasm when wehad sex
like they'd done this morning and the feeling would again be indescribable.

Without breaking our kiss, we grabbed the other's sex organs at the same
time.  I felt that for the first few times I should give Kurt a freehand to
experiment and find what excited him the most.  So far he hadn't gotten
further than touching and looking at my genitals.

He laid his head on my stomach so that my cock was about six inches from
his face, played with my shaft and my balls and if he said it once he said
it a dozen times, "I can't believe how big it is."  I was glad he thought
so as it was almost but not quite seven; Harold, the guy from my dorm, that
I'd 69'nd with at the first party in college, told me it was thick and that
made it hot to suck on.

All that mattered to me about Kurt's was that it was his.  I hadn't seen a
lot of teenage boys naked but Kurt's was four inches, as big around as a
nickel, cut and as beautiful as the rest of him.

His face was so close to my dick that I changed my mind about letting him
find his own way.  I was so hot I just blurted out, "Suck it!"

Those words need no interpretation even to someone who's never sucked a
cock before.  Kurt went down on it and sent me straight to heaven.

I saw he was rock hard and ready to pop, so I masturbated his boy cock a
couple of strokes and that was all it took.  He laid his head on my stomach
again.  It took a couple of minutes for us to recover even sufficiently to
begin talking again. We slept totally naked and plastered together all
night. I woke way earlier than I usually do, got hastily dressed, and
assembled my computer on Kurt's desk, prepared to move it if he told me to.
I remembered Claudia using second hand boxes and wadded up newspapers as
packing materials for packing and I wanted to find out what was available
on the Internet.

I showed her several printouts and explained them to her, telling her I
could make partitions if I had a sharp tool like an Exacto knife and made a
pattern first to trace on the partitions. She realized that it would be
time consuming and was really taken by the huge choice of boxes and
dividers and especially with using foam plastic peanuts for packing.  The
end result was I wrote an order for the ones she selected and she gave me
her Visa Credit Card to pay with.

In the afternoon I asked Kurt if there was a possibility he could take me
to the school and show me my assigned classroom. He replied that Gus
Peterson, the custodian might be cleaning so we gave it a try and the front
door wasn't even locked.  Kurt introduced us and Gus led me to a room in
the addition to the building -- a small gymnasium, locker rooms and four
classrooms - explaining they were 28 ft. by 28 ft. square, instead of
rectangular as in the original building, the exterior, the windows faced
north and the lighting fixtures were newer and better.

I asked him if I could rearrange the seats in a semi circle instead of rows

He and Kurt even helped me.  And in the desk drawer I found the former
teacher's Roll Book and took it with me to have Kurt help me with
pronouncing names and found one I needed help with -- a girl with a Japanese
surname, Thelma Yanagisawa.

Back in my car, Kurt said. "Don't go back home yet!" and had me turn south
instead of north.  After a few miles he directed me onto a side road that
lead down to a riverbank with a small, graveled parking area.  He said,
"This is sort of a lover's lane at night for high school kids".

Before I'd even managed to stop completely, he had his pants unzipped and,
along with his jockeys, pushed them down to his feet and spread his legs
wide apart.  His exposed cock was already hard and the warm afternoon sun
shining through the windshield onto his flesh colored shaft,his pale, pink
cock head and his Robin egg sized balls, already snuggled up tight to his
crotch and the bottom of his erection, all added up to the most beautiful
and most sexually arousing sight I'd ever seen.  It left me with only one
choice - I bent over and covered it with my mouth.  I had no illusion that
it would last long. I managed only a few seconds on his cock until it was
all over.  His hot, sweet boy cum flowed from his cock head into my mouth.
I swallowed then, with a thumb and a forefinger, milked it for the last
drop.

He unzipped my pants and, along with my shorts pulled them down, as he'd
done his own.  "Let me suck yours now." Oh Kurt, I shot off in my pants the
minute I put yours in my mouth."

He followed my example, taking it in his mouth and then milking it, then
gathering what he could on a finger and tasting it.

"Jase, can I tell you something?"

I knew what he was going to say and had hoped it wouldn't happen so soon.
By the same token, I wanted desperately to tell him the same thing but was
hesitant because of his age and fearful of what his response would be.
Before I could answer though, he said. "Jase, I love you".

"And I you, Kurt.  It's all happened so quickly; I hope we're doing the
right thing.  I hope its love instead of sexual attraction."

"It has to be love.  You've made me truly happy for the first time in
years.  Can you understand that?"

"Yes, I can because I feel exactly the same way."

On the way home, we talked constantly and told each other a lot of intimate
things that neither of us had ever before confided to another person.  It
gave me confidence that our relationship was based on love instead of sex
and could survive, despite our sharing a room, meals and an every day,
24-hour relationship.  In fact I don't think either of us could have
survived without entering into an intimate relationship.

TO BE CONTINUED