Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 17:45:18 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: NEW TEACHER

I live in a town called Layton in the northeast corner of Stanton County,
Kansas.  Layton is all of four blocks stretched out along the railroad
track and three blocks deep.  One block of Main Street is the business
district.  We still have a bank, the Farmers State Bank, and the County
just leased an empty downtown building and opened a branch of the County
Library; it's great because they have two computers for public use and if
they don't have the book you want they will order it and it comes from the
main library in a couple of days.  Along Railroad Street is the CO-OP grain
elevator by the tracks and a couple of service stations on the other side
along with Etta's Cafe.  The depot was demolished when passenger service
ended so the railroad didn't have to pay taxes on it.  Railroad Street is
also the highway through town.

Etta's cafe is the town's one claim to fame.  There was a documented Elvis
sighting there -- Elvis autographed a napkin and Etta has it framed and
hanging behind the cash register.  Several local patrons also saw and
visited with him.

Layton, per the 2000 census, has a population of 982.

Adjacent to the south edge of town is a small Town Park and at the north
edge a Consolidated School, K through 12, in an old two story brick
building with a new metal building addition and a separate gymnasium.

My name is Josh and my Aunt Millie raised me, as her husband and my parents
were all killed in the same airline crash.

There's no hotel in Layton and Aunt Millie has the town's only rooming
house and she also serves two meals a day -- breakfast and dinner.  For an
additional fee, she will pack lunches.  One day in late August, a young man
rang the doorbell and wanted to rent a room, stating he was a new teacher.
He was also the hottest looking dude I'd ever seen -- around 5'-10", dark
blonde hair, collar length and well cut.  He had bright, blue eyes.  He had
on shorts, an open, bright colored sport shirt and sandals.  He had a
dusting of light colored hair on his arms and legs but none on his bare
chest.  (Obviously I scoped him out.)

I called for Millie and she came to the door wiping her hands on her apron
and explained that all her rooms were full.  The smile on the young man's
face disappeared and he said the school principal had sent him, he was a
new teacher and his only alternative now was to drive 40 miles to Layton
and 40 miles back to Blakely, the county seat, which made the job seem
hardly worthwhile, considering the salary.  Desperate, I piped up with,
"Aunt Millie, my room is really big and has it's own shower and two beds.
Maybe the new teacher wouldn't mind sharing it with me until there's a
vacancy."

Before my aunt could answer the teacher said, "I'd sure like to look at it
anyway and my name is Cory Corbin.  I'm from Wichita."

"Josh I'm in the middle of baking something, why don't you take Cory up to
look at the room and after that you'll find me in the kitchen."

It was a nice room in the attic, completely finished, about 24' long and
12' wide in the part that you could stand in.  It also had several closets
and storage rooms in the areas with lower ceilings plus a bath with toilet,
washbasin and a shower with a glass door. The room had a double window in
each gable end plus two gable windows along one site.  Cory liked it -- he
was smiling again.

He said, "I told you and your mom that my name was Cory Corbin, but you
didn't tell me yours."

"I'm Josh, Joshua actually, Mathews, but call me Josh.  The lady is my
aunt, not my mother, and her name is Millie Simmons."

He replied, "My nick name is CC or Corky, either one you want to use."

"Corky sounds like a fun name, I'll use it.

"If Millie lets me room with you."

"She better, or I'll make life miserable for her."  With that said we went
downstairs and into the kitchen laughing.

"Well, you two seem to have hit if off.  Do you want to room with this
brat, Mr. Corbin?"

"Definitely!"  Both Josh and the room are super!"

"Super brat, to be more precise, but if you think you can tolerate him,
I'll discount the room to $20.00 a week plus $45.00 per week for the two
meals a day including weekends, excluding holidays.  There's a telephone in
the entry hall, free for local calls and long distance is on the honor
system -- I circulate the phone bill each month and expect the tenants to
identify their calls and divvy up.  The room will be cleaned every Friday
and clean bed linen provided.  You'll have to make your own bed and if I
find out that you're not using sheets and pillowcases you're out the door.
Oh, one more thing, I don't want you doing Josh's homework for him."

"I'm a teacher, I assign homework, I don't do it, but I will help and
explain things he needs help with.  Josh, want to help me get my stuff up
to our room?"

"Sure!"  God but "Our Room" sounded so neat, hearing Corky say it.

I'd damned near cremed when I opened the door and saw Corky and damn near
cremed again on seeing his car, one of the new model VW bugs -- a bright
yellow one.

He'd brought most of his stuff, including a VCR/Video player and 19" TV
with him.  The next day, I went with him to Wichita to retrieve the rest.
The round trip was an easy, four-hour journey.  Both of his parents worked
so I didn't meet them.  We talked up a storm and among other things, I
learned he had a Master's Degree in Education and would be 22 years old
next month.  I told him I would be a freshman in High School when school
started, was 14 years old and would be bugging him for help in Algebra and
Geometry, which were to be his subjects.

Corky had a full day of new teacher orientation before school and learned
that he had to arrive thirty minutes before school started, so he wouldn't
be able to give me a ride to school but maybe we could ride home together.
Once school started, using the bathroom to shower and for him to shave
became a minor problem, resolved by him showering first and then shaving as
I showered.  What I hadn't anticipated was that he'd just dry and then
shave while he was still naked.

At first it was great, I'd look at his dick as I showered and he shaved --
occasionally he'd get an erection.  I had one most of the time.  I guess he
thought it was natural enough so he evidently didn't consider it a problem.
It was the highlight of my day to see his big, circumcised cock -- it was
so beautiful.

Then, our relationship seemed to cool.  To be truthful with you it was all
my fault.  Corky ate at the faculty tables in the school cafeteria, watched
TV with the other boarders in the living room some nights and conversed
with female students once in a while in the corridor between classes. Every
little attention he paid to someone else upset me.  I knew I liked him too
much and it would lead to no good but I couldn't control my emotions --
eventhough I'd never even heard the word gay -- let alone know what it
meant and had never envisioned two males could have sex together.  I was
just plain dumb.

Then one Friday evening, Mary Jane Lundgren and a girlfriend, both seniors,
came to the door.  Luckily, Millie was just coming down the front stairs
and answered the doorbell. When Mary Jane asked for Mr. Corbin, my mom said
he wasn't here.  Mary Jane said his VW was parked along the side of the
house on Baker St.  Millie said, "That doesn't mean he's home, he's out
with one of the other boarders."  Cory, two other guys and I were in the
Living room watching TV.  We all heard Millie's conversation at the door.

Cory said, "Thanks."  Millie said, "I hope you mean that.  I don't want
that Lundgren girl coming around here.  She's nothing but trouble."

It was still early, but I excused myself and went to bed, turned out all
the lights, buried my face in my pillow and began to cry.  I didn't want to
but I couldn't stop it.  Within five minutes Cory came into the room, used
the bathroom, undressed and sat down on the edge of my bed.  "Josh, what's
wrong?"  I didn't answer, so he asked, "Are you sick?"

With my face still buried in the pillow, I said "No."

"Then talk to me."  And with that said, he pulled back my covers and got in
bed with me.  I stopped crying and started concentrating on what he was
doing.  What he did was cuddle up to my back and I could feel his body
warmth and nakedness from my shoulders to my feet and from his arm that he
wrapped around me and from his hand on my stomach and from his big, soft
cock pressing against one of my butt cheeks. I could also feel his breath
on my neck, which was especially hot -- it made me realize, above
everything else, that a real, live, adult, male was cuddling me.  Jesus, I
couldn't believe it!

"Come on Josh, something's wrong, you've been acting strange for over a
week and I want to know why.  Are you angry with me?  Are you sorry you
took me on as a roommate?  I feel it has something to do with me and if it
does I have a right to know so I can try to correct it, as I don't want to
lose you as my friend."

"I'm not angry with you.  You are my friend.  I don't know what's gotten
into me, but your eating with the faculty, talking to girls in the
corridor, watching TV with the other residents and Mary Jane coming to the
door and asking for you all upset me for some reason.  It's all little
stuff and I don't know why it bugs me."

"That's flattering, in a way"

"Yes, but I cant help it and I'm afraid it will destroy our friendship."

"Josh, don't get angry but I think it indicates that you're jealous of me.
It happens to girls and boys going steady all the time.  I took some
mandatory courses in Student Counseling and that's how I know. So we'll
have to fix that."

"How?"

"From what I've observed, growing up in a small town, no parents, no
brothers, no sisters and living with a caring but rather strict aunt,
you've had what is termed a sheltered upbringing.  Is that mostly correct
or mostly wrong?

"Mostly correct.

"Do you know what gay or homosexual means?"

"No. But a couple of years ago I heard someone use the word gay in
connection with a teacher."

"I'm surprised as the term is used frequently on TV news."

"Millie wont let me watch newscasts, she says there's too much violence."

"I can see her point, but Gay and Homosexual are terms used to describe
persons attracted sexually to some persons of the same sex.  They aren't
widely liked, but surveys show that every high school student (boy or girl)
tries it in their first two years in high school. Some never do it again,
for others it becomes a way of life and still others realize they like both
sexes.  My point being, do you want to try it and see if you like it?"

By now his cock was really hard and poking me in the butt, so I guessed he
meant with him and thinking of his big, hard, beautiful cock in the
bathroom some mornings, I sure did want to try it.

"You mean with you?"

"Yes, it could be the path to erasing your jealousy -- especially if you
like it.

I rolled over and faced him, asking, "What do we do?"

He reached for my right hand and wrapped it around his erection. I took it
and played with it and then I remembered I'd heard a boy in high school
using the word cocksucker and I figured out what that meant and knew I
wanted to take it in my mouth and suck it -- knowing, like jacking off, it
would excite him and he'd shoot some of the juice that comes out of cocks
when they got totally aroused.

Corky reached backwards, turned on the lamp on my nightstand and threw back
the covers.  Holy shit!  His prick was bigger and harder than I'd ever seen
it while looking at it as he shaved and it was closer to my eyes than it
had ever been before.  I knelt above it, moved it around slowly and looked
at the top, bottom and each side and at his balls and was surprised that he
didn't have any pubic hair. I thought it was truly beautiful.  It looked
like a piece of sculpture.  I really did love it. Above all though was how
excited it made me feel.  My dick was rock hard and I knew I wouldn't last
long once we started something, if I lasted that long, eventhough I wished
it would last forever.

He guessed I was going to suck it the minute I lowered my head toward it
and spread his legs saying, "Be careful with your teeth.  It's all yours
now."  I liked him saying that and I guess I was too eager and sucked too
fast because he didn't last long before he moved his legs and raised his
butt off the bed as he pulled me down on it so I'd have to swallow his cum.
I really liked it because it was so warm and actually tasted good.  He
immediately pulled me up so my cock was in his face and he wrapped his
mouth around it. I didn't last long, either, and my cock had never throbbed
and jerked as much as when it came my turn to cum in his mouth. He pulled
me down atop his chest, hugged me and we didn't move, for a long time,
except for him to kiss me.  I felt physically exhausted, yet more calm and
happy than I'd ever been in my life.

He broke the silence by saying, "I'm sorry."

I couldn't figure out why he would say that so I asked him.

"Josh, I seduced you into having sex with me.  I shouldn't have.  You're a
boy. It was wrong of me to do it."

"I'm glad you did.  I really liked it.  And you asked first and I could
have said no."

"Josh, I did it so you'd know I love you and you have no need to be jealous
but I need to ask you a few questions, the first being, do you want to do
this again."

"As often as you'll let me."

"Your answer eliminates my other questions.  All that is left to say is
that it has to be our secret and you wont be able to show any emotion
toward me outside of this room.  In this room, as I said, my dick is all
yours to do with as you want and I hope yours is the same for me. I've been
afraid to tell you, but I love you.  If your desperate just tell me.  We
can always come up here to watch my TV or play videos, or study or for some
other reason - true or false.  I'll probably tell you that I'm desperate as
many times as you will. As for right now, do you want me to get into my bed
or do you want me to sleep here.  I locked the door to the room, by the
way."

I didn't answer, I reached over him and turned off the lamp by the bed,
reached down and pulled up the covers, pulled his arm around me and asked
him to cuddle me again.  It seemed like minutes but I'm sure it must have
been hours before we stopped talking and fooling around with eachother's
flaccid sticks.  Among other things I asked him why he didn't have any hair
on his balls and above his cock.  He said his college roommate shaved his
and he liked the way it made his genitals look so he started shaving his,
hastily adding that his roommate introduced him to gay sex and he was the
only one he'd ever fooled around with.  The thing I'll always remember the
most about our whispered conversation that night while I was fondling his
cock for the umpteenth time was when he said, "Josh there is one thing for
sure about being gay -- there's a lot of fun and pleasure to be had out of
another man's cock."  That was for sure!

We both had a record for sleeping late on Saturday and Sundays.  Saturday,
we awoke around 11 o'clock and showered together.  We were both desperate
but didn't use the word.  It was the weekend so he didn't bother to shave.
We just went back to bed and he showed me how to 69.

Sunday morning was the same and around 3 PM, I told him I had some home
work to do and asked him if he'd explain a couple of algebra problems to
me.

We slept together every night after that weekend and, for some reason, were
always desperate after watching eachother erect while stripping for bed.

I often recalled his words that evening he was explaining homosexuality to
me -- "and for some it becomes a way of life".  I was hooked.  I couldn't
visualize life without a male companion that I liked and that had a cock I
was attracted to and I hoped that Corky and I would have a few years
together.  I knew, however, that he would eventually move on -- teachers in
small towns always did -- small towns were just the first of many
stepping-stones for young teachers.

One Sunday afternoon all the guys in the house were out-of-town, at the bar
or the coin-laundry or somewhere else and Millie had walked across town to
visit a friend from her church.  Whether the house being vacant had
anything to do with it or not, I don't know, but either Corky or his big,
hard cock decided it was time for me to lose my virginity.

Up until that instant, I was totally thrilled that I was having sex with
Corky. Now doubts crept into my mind.  When he tried to put it in the
doubts increased.  Finally, he announced he had two inches of it in and he
was going to stop with that.  I loved him too much to call him a liar, but
it felt like he had the whole thing in.  It was painful and it caused a
burning sensation. It was one whole week later, one long week because of
his trying to get it in and no sucking cock, that he finally got the whole
thing in and actually fucked me.  I still wasn't delighted but it was my
turn to lie and eventually I did learn to like it but the greatest
pleasure, in my instance, would always be that it seemed to both wildly
excite and pleasure Corky and I got a lot of kisses and hugs when it was
over.

After some months, for some reason, Corky when referring to his penis began
calling it "My cock" almost as if he and his cock were two separate
entities and he didn't want any responsibility for it.  For example, "My
Cock wants you to say hello to it." or "My cock wants you to kiss it."

I knew it was a game and went along with it because it always ended with
having sex with "My Cock" so why should I complain?

Sex between the two of us seemed to get hotter by the day and the more we
got the more we seemed to need.  One late fall day, after a faculty
meeting, he came up the stairs and into the room, took off his jacket and
tossed it on the floor, leaned against the door and closed his eyes.

I asked, "Are you OK Corky?"

He answered by motioning for me to come over to where he was.  I did and he
wrapped his left arm around my neck and pulled me to him and began kissing
me furiously.  At the same time, with his right hand he unzipped my pants
telling me he was getting my dick out and I should do the same.  Both of us
were erected and per Cory's instructions we kicked off our shoes and got
our pants and boxers off without ever breaking our kiss.

"Josh, during the faculty meeting it dawned on me, out of the blue, that
we'd never masturbated eachother. I going crazy, I've jacked off since
junior high but I'm desperate for us to jack eachother off at the same
time."

Again, locked in a kiss, we masturbated eachother.  We didn't climax at the
exact same time but it got to be a pretty sticky mess down there when I
pressed his piss slit to the top of my shaft, so his juice would flow out
onto my dick.  He picked up on what I'd done, jacked me a little faster and
I blasted. We sort of moved in sync toward the shower, still locked in
sucking face.  Then we had to leave our dreamland or either scald or freeze
our selves when we turned on the shower.

Thanksgiving I thought I'd die -- Corky spent the holiday as well as the
following Friday, Saturday and Sunday with his parents in Wichita.  When he
didn't show by eight o'clock PM I was getting frantic as on previous
weekends when he'd gone home he was always back in time for the evening
meal. The worst part was I had to hide my concern.  I didn't want to
express it to anyone else.

I was in bed when he finally came upstairs and explained that he'd had such
a headache he had to pull off the highway into a convenience store and
park.  He actually fell asleep.

The next morning he was worse so I took his temperature and he asked if
Millie would call the school to get a substitute teacher for him today.
When the boarders had eaten breakfast and cleared out, Millie came up, took
his temperature again and said she'd look in on him as often as she could.
She thought he had the flu.  By the time I came home I had it too.  Shit,
we couldn't even sleep together with Millie coming up to check on us so
often.

Dr. Millbrae from Blakely came to his office in Layton every Tuesday, so
she called him and he said he was certain, from the symptoms, that we both
had the flu, and he'd call in a prescription for each of us to the pharmacy
in Blakely and they'd deliver it along with all the prescriptions he'd call
in for patients he'd seen today.

Millie had her own prescription called a Hot Toddy -- juice of one Lemon, a
spoonful of sugar, a large shot of bourbon in a tall glass and then fill
the glass with boiling water. She administered it two hours after dinner
and three hours after we'd taken our prescription medication.  When she
said "Good Night" we knew she wouldn't be back up until morning, so Corky
got into bed with me.  For the first time since being roommates, neither of
us felt like having sex, but it was indescribably comforting having his arm
around me, hearing him say "Good night, I love you." listening as his
breathing grew slower until he was asleep and knowing his cock was still
"all mine" when I was up to pleasuring it for him.

Christmas was less stressful.  On the 27th, he came back and we left for a
vacation in Denver, as he explained it to Millie -- a fuckathon-suckathon
as he explained it to me and that's exactly what it turned out to be.

The last day of school damn near killed me until Corky and I went to bed
that night.  He cuddled me as usual and began talking to me.

Josh, I've been saving up some stuff to tell you.  First I was offered a
contract for next year, assigned English Literature as a third subject to
teach and given a raise in salary so I accepted.  Tomorrow I'll arrange
with Millie to room with you the next school year.  That means you'll have
just two more years of high school at this time next year.  I want you and
I to both talk to Millie about your plans for college.  Let's try to get
you into Kansas University at Lawrence of KSU in Manhattan.  As for me I'm
going back to College both summers, will have a Doctor's Degree in
Education and I'm sure I will be able to get a position at either school
you decide you want to attend and we can get an apartment together.  I
promise you I'll not get mixed up with anyone else and I want you to
promise me the same thing.  In short I'm telling you that you're the only
one I want."

"I promise and Millie invested all my parents' live insurance into
annuities, I think they're called, and she will make up any needed funds
and I've already talked to her about KU as I want to be a teacher like
you."

"Does Millie know about us?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell her?"

"No, she said she just knew and she was happy that it was you."

"Well I'll be damned!  Is that all she said?"

"Yes, other than to say just keep on being discreet."

"Well, since it's Friday and we both have established a reputation for
sleeping till noon on Saturday and Sunday mornings, would it be indiscrete
if we started something now that lasted into the wee hours of the morning?"

I didn't answer, I just turned on the bed lamp, threw back the covers and
sucked his cock, slowly and easily until he blew his nuts in my mouth,
talked some more for an hour or so until we were erected again and he
fucked me.  By now I liked it.  I liked it a lot.  It didn't hurt anymore.

I lost a lot of my worries and anxiety knowing Corky was in my life for
good and pulled his arm around me and he kissed the back of my neck and
said, "I love you."

I said, "Thanks, I know and I love you, too."