Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2007 16:52:03 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: GAY TEACHER & GAY STUDENT 3

My first period was American History; the semi-circular
seating arrangement woke the class up to some extent as
they filed in. I woke them up further when I called on
Catherine Akers, the first name in the roll book, to take role;
stating I was going down the alphabet so they'd all, get a
chance.

I had their full attention when I told them we had to complete
the textbook for the class and they had to pass both periodic
and final tests.  But if they wanted to eliminate all other
homework I had a proposal if they were interested.

They were - it meant more time for watching TV (or so they
thought).  In return they had to form groups of three or four
and each group would submit a report on some aspect of
Clayton history - early settlers, building of the railroad, early
buildings, early churches - as an example.  They attacked
the assignment with an enthusiasm that amazed me.

World History was easy to manipulate.  I introduced a
Current Events Day every Thursday with discussions and
student opinions.

In Geometry I utilized real problems like those a surveyor
would encounter.

By the end of the first month things were going smoothly, but
one day, while Kurt and I were out for a walk I remarked to
Kurt, "I sometimes wonder what Claudia thinks about the two
of us becoming so close."  His reply surprised me:  "Jase,
she knows what the score is between the two of us
becoming so close.  I was that way before you came.  Don't
worry; she thinks you have worked miracles with me.  If she
saw you walking on water she wouldn't be surprised."

"Kurt, that's another of your exaggerations."

"Again, don't worry. There's lots of ways you can please me
without getting your feet wet.  With that he grabs my dick
through my pants.

"Not many people, especially grandmas, would feel that
way."

I told you before I was worried that Kurt might mistake our
relationship as being what love was all about.  I knew I was
mistaken when Sammy came over with his sleeping bag for
a sleepover.  Sammy was fifteen and a freshman in high
school; he was a county boy with a man sized, country cock.
Nothing beautiful, just a big, uncut cock with a wide, bulbous
head that made its debut the minute it erected and the
foreskin, of its own accord, crept back and locked itself
behind the rim of his head.

Besides his cock, he had bull-nuts that were good for
multiple ejections -- all Sammy needed to get full erections
was a little more kissing and a little more jacking off by either
Kurt or me.   There is absolutely no denying that it was a
wonderful, boy cock to have sex with and he wore Kurt and
me out with it.

Kurt positioned himself on one side of the bed and faced the
middle, then patted the middle and looked at me.  That is
where he wanted me to sleep, so I did and I'll be damned if
Sammy didn't press his butt right up to my stomach.  So
there I was sandwiched, flesh- to- flesh, between the two of
them.  It was cold and rainy so it was comfortable enough
but I could not go to sleep.  You know how that happens
some times. You try, but your mind races from one thing to
another -- some recent and some ancient.

Tonight I started rehashing the whole story of how I had
graduated a month ago, ended up within a few days
teaching in a town I'd never heard of, in a household
arranged for me by my school's principal, with an absolutely
beautiful teenage boy, now sleeping between him and a
friend after sex and probably destined for more before
morning.

It was then that I recalled Kurt's words:  "She knows what
the score is between us and understands why thing are
because I was that way before you came.

It wasn't that I felt trapped but it just seemed all too
complicated to be arranged and too strange to have just
happened.

 Kurt solved the going to sleep part of my problem when he
whispered into my ear, "Are you awake?"

I turned to face him and he scooted down under the covers
and took my flaccid cock into his mouth -- it wasn't flaccid
long and I returned the favor.  Once we both had our heads
above the covers, Kurt whispered in my ear, "Jase, I love
you so much."  I whispered back,  "And I love you, too."

I did go to sleep, and, as sometimes happen, a way to solve
the question came to me the next day at a time I wasn't even
thinking about it."

TO BE CONTINUTED

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