Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 03:35:21 -0400 (EDT) From: chatterman36@aol.com Subject: Section 8 - Chapter 3 Redemption Section 8 - Chapter 3 By Mike Loggerman chatterman36@aol.com After a few weeks I didn't have to spend much time looking for contacts as I was getting calls from guys on my cell phone. My favorite place to find guys was the community center locker room. The Locker room attendant knew what I was doing, and in exchange for sucking his cock when I came in, he left me alone. I got to the community center about four. I walked around the pool area, and went swimming, and recognized one of my old teachers from before we moved to our section eight housing. He was sitting by himself on a lounge chair, and I noticed his hairy legs and chest. He was about 35, muscular, with dark hair covering a lot of his body. I acted like I didn't recognize him and out of the corner of my eye, watched him watching me. I slowly left the pool area and went to the locker room. He was right behind me. I took off my bathing suit and got into the shower and started soaping myself. He came in a moment later, with his big hairy cock swinging like a pendulum. He took the shower next to mine and cheerfully said hi, like we were meeting in the hallway in school. I chatted with him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be naked with your teacher, not taking my eyes off his big cock. All the while he was checking me out as well. He asked how I was doing, and how my mom was, and if I was looking forward to my new school. My cock started to get hard and I got embarrassed in front of him. After a long shower, we went to the locker room and got dressed. As usual, I started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed me out and asked if I wanted a ride, which I gladly accepted. While we rode, he said it must have been strange for me to be naked with a former teacher. I said I didn 't mind being naked with him. He said I had a nice cock for a kid my age. I said I really liked seeing his cock. He asked what I liked about it. I told him I liked how big and hairy it was. He asked what else I would have liked to see. I told him I'd like to see it hard. He said he'd like to see hard too, and if I wanted to go to his apartment, we could make each other hard and have some fun. As soon as we got in his apartment, we took off our clothes. My cock was hard and he started sucking it while he fingered my ass. I started sucking his cock and feeling his big heavy balls. His cock was a thick eight inches, and he watched as I moved down to his pubes, deep throating him easily. Observing that I had done this before, he lay back and let me explore his hairy body. He started sucking me long and slow, saying he wanted to taste my cum. He fingered my ass while he sucked, and started getting close to shooting as I thought about my teacher giving me a blow job. I started to cum and shot my load in his mouth. He kept fingering my ass and said he wanted to fuck me. I spread my legs and held them against my chest. His cock slid inside me easily, and I could feel his pubes against my ass. I groaned as he fucked me and told him how hot it was. I loved feeling him so deep inside me. He thrust hard and fast, and said he was going to cum. He groaned loudly as his cock exploded inside me. As we lay in bed together, I told him I'd like to do it with him again. He looked at me very seriously and asked how much I charged. I said nothing. He said we would not be doing this again. When I asked why not, he said he knew I was having sex with lots of men. I was shocked and asked how he knew. He said a guy couldn't suck his cock like that unless he had a lot of practice. He also said when he fucked me, he slid in easily so it was obvious my ass had a lot of cocks inside before he came along. I asked what was wrong with that, and he said being on the streets was dangerous. He used to do the same thing when he was a teen, and his best friend wound up dead after meeting a guy. He said if I wanted to have sex with him, it would have to be exclusive with him and no one else. He said my mom knew he had worked with troubled youth, and was concerned for me. I was speechless. I asked how she knew. He said neighbors told her, and when money started appearing in envelopes, she knew it was true. I told him I was only trying to help my mom. He said that was bullshit, and that I also liked it. He was right, and I couldn't fool him. He went on and said that my mom didn't want to get out of our financial problems by her son selling himself on the street. I looked at him and asked what I should do. He said my mom realized she couldn't provide a proper life for me and asked me to help. I asked if she knew we'd be having sex, and he said no, that would be private between us. He asked if I'd be willing to live with him and abide by his rules. I said I would, and in a moment, I was off the streets, and out of section eight. I became his foster son, and his lover. Six months later, my mom was shot and killed in a night robbery at the convenience store, and Austin was found dead in a ditch. I guess I made the right decision.