Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 19:02:32 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: GAY TEACHER - GAY STUDENT 4

Taking the same advice I'd given Kurt I started with the computer and after
several fruitless attempts found Claudia listed among American Potters
and read she had graduated from the State Teachers College, majoring in
Fine Arts, had gone on to a University in California and was now one of
the best known potters in the United States - a starting point at last.

I knew she was in her fifties and so was David Albright, Head of the Art
Department and I knew he'd also graduated form State and possibly
around the same time as Claudia.  However, I was afraid to write him for
fear a secretary might open and read his mail.  David was openly gay and
lived a quiet life with a partner and was highly respected by everyone at
the college for his talents and teaching abilities. It was in David's classes
that I'd learned how to use pastel chalks as an art medium.

My problem was that I didn't want either Claudia or Kurt to know I was
snooping, so I didn't want to use my cell phone because I had little privacy
from Kurt.  It took a while, but I finally decided to write a letter to Harold,
with whom I'd 69n'd with at my first gay party and later on in the dormitory.

So I ended up writing him, telling him where I was, explaining my problem
and asking his help, suggesting he contact David Albright for me and
giving him my e-mail address.

When I received his e-mail response, he explained he was in David's
office and they both had something to tell me and he'd start and then turn
the keyboard over to David.

Harold started with, "Hi Dickhead, I've been wondering where the fuck
you'd disappeared to.  Leave it to you to end up between two teenagers.
Sammy and his big country dick sound hotter than hell.  Let me know
more.  Meanwhile I did some asking around with some of the guys we'd
met at the off campus sex parties and found out that the host, Gary, is the
son of Ms. Thompson in the Placement Office, for what that's worth to
you.  David has more so I'm turning the keyboard over to him now."

David, totally out of character, started with, "Hi Dickhead, as a favor
please do pastel drawing of the two boy's private parts for me, both flaccid
and erect.  I will return them after Harold and I have both had a good look-
see and a long drool over them.


Now for my info:  Claudia, Muriel Thompson and your new Principal, Bill
Jackson, were all fellow students of mine here at State.  The real stickler
is they are all from Parson County and, grab this, they are all first cousins.
When you add this to the fact that Muriel's son invited you to a sex party in
his off campus dwelling certainly seems to indicate you were scrutinized
by Gary before Muriel found you a job and Bill not only hired you but
arranged housing with Claudia, plus the minute Claudia got you into her
house she indicated she wanted you to be a big brother to Kurt and Kurt
went right for what he was after the minute you got into bed with him.  I
don't see it as a problem, but understand your wanting to find out just how
it all happened.  Since it happened so fast, I can see why you're a little
suspicious.  Harold and I both want you to keep in touch."

Holy shit, to think this all started because I couldn't go to sleep last
Saturday.  Well, now I know and as David had said, he didn't see it as a
problem, and when I thought about it I didn't either. Consequently, I
decided to not even mention it to Claudia or Kurt; after all I wouldn't be
telling Claudia anything that she didn't already know and Kurt had to know
some of it the way he got right into the act.  This left me with nothing left to
do but play my role in the drama and keep it secreted from everyone at
school – both students and faculty.

I had no idea of what I'd started with my American History Class.  The
older people they interviewed were soon writing notes to or calling the
Principal saying how pleased they were being called on by a young
student and how nice it was to visit them and how interested they seemed
in our early days in Parson County.

The County Supervisor from the district in which Clayton was located
accepted their invitation and, among other things, remarked this was the
first time he'd ever been invited to speak to a group of students.

The Division Superintendent of the railroad traveled 150 miles to accept
his invitation and passed around old photographs of the line being
constructed in the Clayton area, old steam engines pulling both freight and
long passenger trains along with the depot being built, explaining it was
bigger that most small town depots because the railroad continued west
from here and a branch line ran from here northwest to Rock Creek,
necessitating passengers getting off here and waiting for trains to Rock
Creek.

After the publisher of the local, weekly newspaper spoke to the class he
followed up with a very complimentary article about the class and their
undertaking in the next edition.

When next Saturday rolled around, I was much more comfortable up in the
attic room with Kurt and Sammy and managed to do pastels of their
genitals both flaccid and erect.  Damn, it was almost as exciting sketching
them as it was playing with them.  I drew them on small pieces of the pale,
tan paper I used, small enough to fit in a 6"x9" brown envelope and
decided to send Sammy's to Harold and Kurt's to David at his home
address, which he'd given me.  I enclosed a note to both of them telling
them they could keep them but to share.  They both e-mailed me back and
both had decided to have them framed.

TO BE CONTINUED