Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 21:24:59 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: GAY TEACHER - GAY PUPIL 6

	On their knees,with their faces six inches from my cock,
	one would jack and the other would watch. Then they'd
	change positions.  I knew they were hot from the comments
	they kept making. "Its getting harder - His cockhead
	is getting real shiny - his balls are tightening up to
	his crotch." Then Kurt, who was jacking at the moment, told
	Sammy to put his mouth over my head and take my load.
	Sammy did as he was told then Kurt took over and milked me
	me dry.

	The next thing on their menu was to jack off at the same
	time, right to the side of my mouth,so close that when one
	of them shot off he'd have to crowd in so his dick was right
	in front of me for it to give me it's warm, sweet,sticky gift.

	I was hoping that was the close of the evening's program but
	it was a false hope.  Kurt had Sammy and me get into the tub
	then he climbed in with us.  The water was warm as Kurt
	kept partially draining it and refilling it. It was crowded
	enough to promote intimacy.  We had climaxed to the extent
	that we could, but not ready to give up entirely.

	Needless to say, we slept late the following morning.

	It was getting close to the end of the school year and	the
	closer it came the busier I became.  I could tell Kurt was
	also getting more edgy by the day wondering what would happen
	wnen school was over for the summer.  I kept telling him not
	to worry, once we were on vacation we'd figure something out;
	it was just that I didn't have time to concentrate on it right
	now.

	On Monday of the last, full week of school, but before
	Graduation,a special assembly was announced at ll:AM over the
	PA System.

	Mr. Jackson, on stage, announced that the Owner/Publisher of
	the local weekly newspaper had published the "History of Clayton"
	but it had been kept a secret from the class and the class
	teacher. Copies were for sale at the Newspaper Office and
	after publication costs all profits would be divided evenly
	beteen the high school and the senior class.

	Mr. Jackson complimented both the class and me, commenting
	it was a first time occurrence for either a Clayton school,
	or any school in Parton County as far as he could determine.

	First the Senior Class President (it was a senior class subject)
	was asked to speak, then I was.  I said simply that my part
	had been limited only to supplying an idea and it was the
	class that picked up on it, done all the work and carried
	it to completion and I was very proud of them.

	The best part of the whole thing for me was when I finished my
	remarks and all the classmembers came up on the stage - all the
	girls hugged me and most of them kissed me. It was the same with
	the boys, they shook hands, hugged me, a few kissed me on the
	cheek, those that didn't put their cheek next to mine and all
	told me thanks for making their senior year a memorable one.
	Their reaction suprised me more than the publication of their
	"History of Clayton".


	The hugging and kissing I left for the teachers to figure out
	however they wanted to interpert it. I think it was the first
	time students had ever displayed affection openly to a teacher
	in Clayton.  However, they, too, all congratulated me.

	Next Saturday, Sammy came again and it was fun but sad at the
	same tme - he had farm work in the summer and was unable to
	sleep over on a regular basis.

	Sunday, Kurt and I went down to the parking area by the creek
	where we'd gone my first Sunday in Clayton, the day before I
	started my first day teaching - the day Kurt told me, for the
	first time, that he loved me.

	When we parked,I started by telling him that day had been the
	happiest day of my life and the start of the happiest three
	months of my life then continued saying that, since we were out
	here I guess we sould have talked to Claudia before comming.

	When he asked why I said,"Because I know for a fact that neither
	you nor I could stand three months apart. What I see is taking
	you home with me to Omaha for a two weeks vacation and visit
	with my parents, coming back,helping Claudia with whatever jobs
	she can line up for me and ending the summer with the three of
	us going someplace together, or letting her go by herself as we
	babysit the house - God knows she could use one."

	"She will,believe me. And you're right. I can't get though a
	day without you, let alone a whole summer."

	"Why don't you do the same thing y0u did the first time we
	parked	here?"

	"What was that?"

	"Push your pants down to your knees,"

	"Oh,that."

	"Yes,that."

	Back home and when it was Claudia's cocktail hour, I
	introduced the subect to her.  She agreed to everything and
	said if I hadn't introduced the subject she would have.
	Kurt had made such gigantic strides she sure didn't want him
	returning to his funk mood. As for my working around the house,
	painting the kitchen cupboards and the family room walls were
	the Only projects she could think of at the time, but she'd
	give it some thought while Kurt and I were in Omaha.

	It took a few days to get away - I had my car serviced and we
 	took Kurt to Rock Creek for some new clothes and Claudia tried,
	in vain,to persuade him to get a haircut. We finally started at
	6AM on Wednesday because I thought it would be easier for both
	of us if we broke the journey into two pieces. Claudia advised
	me to angle down on the US highways rather than drop straight
	down to take an Interstate. That worked out that we stayed in
	a small town that had a motel that was very nice eventhough it
	didn't belong to a chain.  Once we'd had dinner and watched
	TV for a while, Kurt went into the bathroon and I heard him
	filling the tub.  It was too bad we didn't have Sammy with us,
	or maybe it was a good thing because we retired early; if he'd
	been with us, lunch could well have been our first meal of the day.

	After introductions hugs and hellos, mom took us upstairs to my
	old room,as though I'd forgotten where it was. It was in my room
	that a very strange thing happened.  Mom turned to Kurt and said,
	"Kurt, did your mom ever mention to you that she and I grew up
	next door to eachohter in Des Moines, Iowa. That was a shock to
	me and I really think she momentarily forgot I was in the room
	When she said it.

	I was upset at first but luckily rememberd David's respnonse would
	probably be, "So, whats the problem?" and decided to enjoy my holiday
	and deal with it later if need be.

	Because my parents both worked, we had a lot of time to ourselves
	so we tried to find someplace to go to each day and consequently
	saw the Henry Doorly Zoo and it's monkey island, The Joslyn Art
	Museum, the Botanical Gardens and a 3D Movie.

	Our most fun was riding the California Zephyr to Chicago and back.
	It left Omaha around midnight, arrived Chicao at 8 AM and returned
	to Omaha at 4 PM arriving at Midnight - a 24 hour,mini vacation
	within a vacation.  We were seeing something all the time we were
	in Chicao and the fact that we had a small compartment in a Pullman
	both ways was the sole reason we were not totally exhausted when we
	arrived back in Omaha. I had always liked Kansas City but two days
	there weren't too enjoyable. I'd forgotten how hot and humid it was
	in the summer.

	We left with my promising to come back for another week in August
	and my parents promising that,if I didn't make it, they would come
	out to see me in early Fall.

	I did get Claudia's painting done plus a lot of cleaning up and even
	some planting done in the area immediately around the house. We did
	not go anywhere with Claudia because she had gone to Denver with
	the COlemans while Kurt and I were in Omaha.

	Kurt, Sammy and I were all happy to be back in our routine when
	school started.  Kurt was now fourteen and in his first year in
	high school. I had him in one class, Geometry and Sammy, now a
	sophomore, in Algebra.  The American History Class was eager to get
	started on a class project outside the classroom but had a hard time
	thinking of a theme.  Finally they chose, "Starting Anew Where
	History Stopped". Neither the class nor I was too sure where they
	were going with it but I thought I'd give them some slack for a
	while to see if they could find a path that they wanted to take.

	It took them a while, so I'll leave them until later and go to
	what turned out to be a much bigger event.

	It stated  one evening,right after supper whhen a phone call from a
	young man,judging from his voice. He identified	himself as Matt
	Sullivan and explained he was an older brother of Tyrone Sullivan
	who was in my last year's history class. He was calling to ask if
	he could come out to talk to me for a minute.	The minute turned
	into several hours -each minute of which was enjoyable.

	It was election year for state, county and local city government
	officials and Matt wanted to run for the County Supervisor for the
	district that represented our area of the County, including
	Clayton. He was here tonight to ask me if I'd help him organize a
	campaign.

	Claudia and I were taken by surprise,as even Kurt was.	You see,
	Matt was 19 years old.

	His explanation of why he wanted to run and the data he had
	collected to justify his intrest was so thought out, showed so
	much research,	and his oratorical skills at explaining and
	presenting his reasons	and goals were so impressive he captured
	Claudia,me and even Kurt to the point that we all volunteered,
	with enthusiasm, to help him to any extent,at any time and in any
	way that he envisioned we could be of help.

	It was incredible how involed Matt's family, Claudia, Kurt,
	myself and even Sammy's family became involved with Matt's election
	plans but it took a full week of evening meetings between the two of
	us to set forth a master plan and come up with a scheme wherein all the
	participants could make their maximum contribution. During that week
	of meetings between the two of us, I got to know Matt on a personal
	basis - he had a girlfiried from highschool, nothing serious, didn't
	want to think of marriage for a couple of years - that sort of thing.
	He told me his brother thought I was the most as a teacher.  It was
	rumored around town that I was not only popular but a very talented
	teacher. During coffee breaks I did a lot of sneaking (I hope) looks
	at the bulge his cock made in the front of his jeans - not to one
	side or the other, down the inside of one leg or the other, but
	straight down the front and it was a significant bulge eventhough it
	read that he wasn't showing an erection. I knew I'd never encourage
	anthing between us so when it did happen, late in the campagn
	process, it was a one time occurance, started by Matt and something
	I'll remember all my life.  But the details will only fit into this
	story until closer to the end of the election.

	There is one more thing I want to relate before closing Part 6.

	That business of buying a porno video began to seem a one time deal.
	Ckaudie was so rarely away evenings that we never had the privacy to
	so it again. Then, one Saturday when Sammy and Kurt had gone to
	Rock Creek with Sammy's parents, I surfed the Internet for Porno Sites
	and found three that seemed major ones and also referred others to
	which you could pay for monthy memberships that entitled you to watch
	movies, which permitted us limiting our activities to Kurt's room.

	This has been a long Chapter, so I'll continue in Part 7.

	TO BE CONTINUED