Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 17:36:37 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 3

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SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 3

Chapter 1

Things continued on.  Conrad's friendship grew closer by the month.  We
were now calling each other big brother and little brother.

During my freshman year in high school, a lot of things happened to Conrad
--all good.  He went to the tavern only occasionally. He had a job as
assistant manager to a Denver furniture store that had opened a local
branch. Clay was their local attorney and they had asked him if he could
recommend someone to them, as they wanted a local person.  He recommended
Conrad.  Conrad proved to be a genuine success, was well paid and had
bought a car.  He knew he would never have had a chance at the job if it
had not been for Clay and the last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass
Clay.

My utter fascination with men's genitals increased rather that subsided.
Not only with the infinite variations but what happened to them when they
erected. Some grew substantially in the process of erection, as Conrad's
did.  Some, like Clay's, where huge all the time and just hardened without
any increase in length or girth.

In my sophomore year in high school a new teacher joined the faculty.  He
was about 23 years old and a recent graduate of the University of Northern
Colorado, in Greeley.  He was introduced at a student assembly at the
beginning of registration day.  He was to teach Business Courses:
"Accounting" and a computer course called "Using the Computer for Business
Forms and Correspondence" plus some others.  Half the student body
practically fainted the minute they spotted him on the stage, including a
few of the guys.

He was introduced as Mr. Aaron Force (soon to be corrupted by some of the
smart ass guys as Air Force).  When he spoke a few words, he appeared to be
painfully shy but what a dreamboat. He was slight of build; had light brown
hair worn in a casually combed style and bright blue eyes.  His skin was
alabaster, almost translucent.  He, like Clay, had an Adams apple but not
quite as pronounced as Clay's.  Oh, and the most beautiful eyebrows and
something I had probably seen before, but never noted, Aaron had airplane
ears (not severe, just slightly sticking out from his head).  Aaron was
definitely instant boner material.  With the luck I had been praying for, I
got into his accounting class.  The computer class filled in a hurry.

Aaron always dressed with great conservatism, dark suits and black leather,
moccasin style, shoes.  His suits were either custom tailored or, if off
the rack, expertly altered.  He was, without doubt, the best-dressed person
on the faculty. I never saw him go so far as to even wear a bright necktie,
except when Christmas approached he did manage to wear a red one.


Girls never ceased making remarks during class that could be interpreted
two ways and he always blushed when they did.  They were real cunts; one
could be described as a mean bitch.  Sometimes when he gave me individual
attention at my desk I imagined I could feel his crotch heat (more instant
boners).  He became my number one jack- off fantasy.

I soon began to wonder if Mr. Force's suits were a defense tactic.  Maybe
he was saying, in effect, look but don't touch.  He was, however, an
effective teacher, despite his shyness.  His voice was strong and his
enunciation was precise.  He would have been a good T V newscaster.

The accounting class was my first class of the day, my seat was right in
front of Aaron's desk.  When he faced the room I looked directly at his
crotch; when he faced the chalkboard I looked directly at his buns, which,
by the way, were small.  Being so close to him gave me a daily, early
morning charge to my battery.  Not a bad thing to have in the wintertime.
Teachers always stood in the hallway, adjacent to their door between
classes.  When the bell rang they closed the door and walked to their desk.

One day, Mr. Force, upon entering the room, stopped behind his desk and
removed his suit coat to drape it over the back of his chair.  I
immediately noticed his zipper was completely unzipped (leave it to me to
notice).  I quickly stood up and walked up to him, standing in front of him
and in a very low voice said:

Mr. Force, I urgently need to talk to you in the corridor.  Thank God, he
followed me out the door.

What's the matter Toby?

Mr. Force, your zipper is down, all the way down.

Oh Toby, how embarrassing.  I am so glad you told me.

I could not help but lower my head and watch as he zipped it up.

Mr. Force, to make this look somewhat more plausible, I will go to my
locker and not go back in the room for at least five minutes

Thanks again Toby.

Mr. Force, please don't blush when you go back in; I am positive I am the
only one that noticed it.


I went to the boy's room and whacked off.  In the hall, after class, Taylor
asked me why I left the room.  I told him I had the squirts.

What are squirts?

 Kind of a nice name for diarrhea.

I knew everything about Mr. Force that was possible to know, unless I was,
someday, to see him naked.  (Fat chance of that.)

I liked his small buns, his long fingers and fingernails (always clean) and
the way he moved when he walked around the classroom.  Neither Conrad nor
Clay had big butts but Aaron's buns were truly small and accentuated his
"V" shaped body that started with broad shoulders.

Chapter 2

During Christmas vacation, at Noon, on a Saturday morning, midway between
Christmas and New Years, Conrad said he had ignored my and Clay's
instructions because he found what he described as someone I would flip
over.  ("Big cock" immediately crossed my mind.)  Conrad sometimes
identified the guy I was to meet and some times did not.  I sometimes asked
and sometimes didn't.  Sometimes I wanted to be surprised.  This just
happened to be a "didn't time".

Conrad told me to meet him in the 900 block of Garfield, in the south part
of town, but not at a house facing the street.  We were meeting at a garage
right next to an alley that had been converted into an apartment.  It had
yellow siding.  The alley was between Garfield and Hamilton Streets and
between Ninth and Tenth streets.  The door was on the side of the apartment
and he would already be there when I arrived.

So, on a mildly cold but very overcast morning, I sought out the backyard
apartment, parked my bike against the side of the building next to the
entry door.  Conrad opened the door and told me to wheel my bike inside and
lean it against a wall.  He appeared to be alone until an interior door
opened and Aaron came out with a big smile.  His first words were:

Toby, please don't be shocked or embarrassed.

I instantly broke into tears.

Aaron came over to me, hugged me and said -- please don't Toby, it's my
fault, please don't go, but if you do, at least do it knowing l
understand. This should never have happened.


I managed to say, even though still crying -- No, you don't understand, I
love you, I really love you.

He stepped back and looked at me in total shock.

Conrad interceded, came up to me and gripped my shoulders with his hands.

Toby stop crying!  Aaron does understand.  He told me he loved you; I
arranged this because you also told me that you loved him.  Toby, it is
impossible not to love people you are terribly fond of.  But between two
men, especially if one of them is a boy it is better that the word not be
verbalized. It will be understood, even if not verbalized.  Love is a very
strong a word; verbalizing it makes things develop too fast, becoming
complicated in too big a hurry.  Aaron probably couldn't cope with it and I
know you are far too young to cope with it.  Toby, I love you but I have
never told you.  I know Clay loves you but I doubt he has ever told you.
Didn't you ever feel that Clay and I love you even though we never said it?

Yes.

O K, there you are.  If you want to blame someone, blame me.  Aaron is
totally guiltless.  Toby, I want you to do something for me.  I am going to
leave and I want you to stay, dry your face, and let what happens, if
anything, happen between the two of you.  I know you will regret it before
you get to the end of the alley if you don't.  But, just in case you do
leave, I will stay right outside and smoke a cigarette.  You are not to
dash away from here alone.  Understand?

Clay left.  Aaron hurried out of the room and returned immediately,
carrying a box of Kleenex.

After a short, awkward silence, Aaron came over and slowly embraced me.  He
gently guided me to sit with him on a love seat.

Toby, will you let me talk to you?

Yes.

Well, we can't use the big "L word", but Conrad didn't say we couldn't sit
on a love seat.

Despite myself I smiled at his humor.

Toby, Conrad said we could not say we loved each other. Think of what he
did not say.  I can tell you I adore you, I worship you, I have lusted for
you ever since the first day you walked into my classroom.  I need you so
badly that I can barely stand it.


I slipped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder.

I can also tell you that you that you are totally beautiful and I want you
in any manner that you will be comfortable with, even if it does not
include sex.  Do you understand what I am saying?  Do you understand how
much I want you?

Yes.

Do you know a word we could substitute for "love"?  I think "treasure"
would work.  Imagine we are getting married.  We are taking our vows -- I
Aaron Force, take you, Toby Mason, for my lawfully wedded wife.  I will
treasure you, honor you and care for you until death does us part.

You take your vows. The minister says we can kiss.

He lifted my head off his shoulder and kissed my cheek.

I guess you think I am completely crazy, Toby?

I looked him straight in the eye and said: No, I treasure you with all my
heart and promise to treasure, honor and obey you for the rest my life.

I kissed his cheek.

I heard that, especially the obey part, so tread lightly when you are in my
classroom.

Oh, Mr. Force, you aren't crazy but maybe you should seek counseling.  I
hope you prove to be incurable.

He laughed and that made me laugh. I knew he had been trying to and had
succeeded in lifting my spirits.

We both seemed a lot more relaxed.  And, he, for the first time since I had
known him he seemed completely free of nervousness

Toby, I love what you said, but I have a correction to make.  To you, and
to you alone among my students, I am not Mr. Force, I am Aaron. Can you
remember that and not use my given name when you are in class?

God, I hope so.  If I slip, I will say: "Excuse me; I meant Mr. Force".

Toby I want you so bad right now, what could we do, I mean do together, to
each other that you would enjoy, be comfortable with?


O. K. I think you should set the boundaries, but you did ask me.  (I
thought of the miracle I hoped for of seeing him naked, but that paled in
comparison to what I now wanted.)

Aaron, is your bed made up?

Yes, it is.

Can we go to your bedroom and unmake it?  Also adjust the window shades so
there is very little light in the room.  He led me to the bedroom and I
helped him in doing the things I had asked.

Do you have a bathrobe?

Yes.

And a pajama top?

Yes.

Pick up the bathrobe and let's go to the kitchen.

Aaron, do you have anything that is slick, like slick greasy or slick oily?
He found a small bottle of olive oil.

O K, Aaron, undress and put on your bathroom but do not button it. In five
minutes come back to the Bedroom.  Bring the olive oil.

When he returned I was in the middle of the bed wearing only the pajama top
-- unbuttoned.  I was on my back in the middle of his bed.  His eyes
roamed my body and mine his.

His fully erect cock was only four inches long and about the same size
around as a penny coin.  His cock head was the right size for his shaft and
it was reddish, it looked very tender, very sensitive.  His cock erected
flat against his stomach.  His ball sack was round, firm and snuggled
against the bottom of his shaft.  A circle of smooth, shiny skin surrounded
his nipples and the nipples themselves were bigger than I had ever seen on
a man.  No cock Aaron's size had aroused me since elementary school.  Right
now I thought it was the most beautiful, sexy, desirable sex tool I had
ever seen.

God, Toby you are so big for a teenager. (I was now 7 inches and as big as
I would ever be.)

I raised my legs as high as they would go and held them in place with my
hands.


Please, Aaron, rub that olive oil all over your cock. Use me.  What do they
call it that a groom does to his bride on their wedding night?

Do you mean fucking?

Of course, but something else, too.

Do you mean they consummate their marriage -- we can't do that?

Yes, we can.  Stick it in and consummate me.

I immediately knew I had used the word incorrectly and he probably realized
the same. But he was too aroused to correct my grammar.  He crawled on the
bed.  He got in me ever so slowly, and pushed it in and out ever so gently.
Suddenly, passion took over and he started using strong, thrusting motions.

 I looked at his face and shot cum all over my chest.  He watched what had
happened and I felt him climax within seconds.  I felt his hot juice spew
out, deep into my ass.  He collapsed on top of me.  Our only movement was
our heavy breathing.  Finally, he kissed me and rolled to his side.

We lay without moving, exhausted, and fell asleep.  I awoke first, half an
hour later, moved ever so quietly to the bathroom and ever so slowly back
into bed.  For an additional fifteen minutes I lay, my head propped up on
my hand and elbow.  I looked at him and loved him more by the moment.
Finally he moved and looked at me.

Toby, what are you doing?

Don't move I am counting the hairs on your chest.

Why?

Because there aren't that many and I want an accurate count.

Toby, I think we should go to the same counselor together.  You are every
bit as much in need as I am.  I kissed him.  He headed for the bathroom,
when he returned to bed he pulled a sheet and blanket over our bodies and
told me to put my head on his arm.

Well, Toby, I guess I consummated both you and our marriage at the same
time.  You surprised me.  Conrad told me you were oral and to not even
think of going beyond that.  Why did you guide me in the direction you did?


Our joking about the wedding vows made me think of it and I suddenly wanted
to do it. I wanted you to be the first one to do it to me so bad.  Have you
ever done it before?

Toby, I had never as much as touched another person in an intimate way.  We
both lost our virginity within a split second of each other.

He turned toward me and kissed me.

How did you meet Conrad?

Toby, we were next door neighbors in Greeley when we were kids.  He is a
little older than I was but living next door we did see a lot of each
other.  One time I remember his asking me if I was gay, and I told him I
didn't know as yet.  I don't think I really ever knew where the Schells
moved to; then one evening about two weeks ago I met him in a supermarket.
I invited him to the apartment to have a few beers.  In the course of our
conversation he asked if I ever decided about being gay.  I told him I
hadn't as yet.  He told me about you and I damn near wet my pants.  I was
so excited.  Conrad told me that you were good at clearing up peoples minds
on the subject of sexual preference; that you had made him realize he liked
to swing both ways.  He said a couple of guys had sucked his dick before,
but after the second time he had sex with you, his sex life was changed and
enhanced forever.

I really do treasure you, Toby.  I hope you want to do this again.

As you are so fond of saying in class: "Think about that for a while.  That
is a needless question."

Aaron where are you from?

My parents still live in Greeley.  I decided to not go home for Christmas
as my parents were going to California, an annual sort of relative visiting
thing. I didn't want to go this year, so I stayed here.

Toby, I wish you could stay forever, but I don't want to get you in
trouble.  Lets discuss how we can arrange meetings, while we dress.

I followed his naked buns (now I more than just loved them) into the Living
Room.  He pulled on a pair of tan corduroys and a teal blue sweater.

Aaron, you just had on pants and a sweater.  No underwear!

I not only talked to Conrad, I followed his advice on what turned you on.
I wanted you to like me.


As if you needed advice on turning me on.  You give me a boner every
morning looking at you in class.

Toby, do you know what you do to me in class?  After the first day I had to
buy a jock strap to wear at school.  You gave me a boner, too.  My dick is
too small to be seen through my pants, but the process of it rising to lay
flat against my stomach is so arousing I knew I couldn't take it the first
period of every day.

And, Toby let's plan meetings this way.  We are so attuned to each other
that we can almost transmit messages through a slight look or subtle
gesture.  Passing of notes is dangerous -- don't do it.  You can come to
the apartment whenever we send a signal or whenever you want to, for that
matter.  Do you take your textbooks home most days?

Yes?

Good, when you do come to the apartment try to remember to bring your
accounting text book with you and we can always explain things, if I happen
to have company, by saying I am giving you a little extra tutoring.

Aaron, I sneak looks at you all the time; is that what you mean by attuned.

Yes, plus I am so aware of your presence in class you wouldn't believe it.
Believe me it will work out.

Aaron, do you know what your nickname is at school.

No, is it bad?

Not really, just a play on your name.

Tell me.

Air Force.

He laughed and said: You know, Toby, I like that!

We kissed, we kissed some more, we kissed some more.  Finally I rolled my
bike out of his living room and we said our goodbyes.

It started to snow before I reached home.  Before I had eaten a late snack,
the wind began to blow.  By 3:00 in the afternoon, blizzard conditions
existed.  They prevailed, even worsened, for a full twenty-four hours.


By 4:00 PM Sunday it had moved out of the immediate area.  I told my
parents that my business teacher was staying in town over the holidays and
I was going to walk up to his apartment because he had said he would give
me some extra tutoring.  My mom thought I was crazy, but didn't try to talk
me out of the idea.

I was no big deal.  Blizzards always came out of the north.  They piled
snowdrifts on the south sides of buildings, but flat areas, like streets,
were swept relatively clean by the wind.  At 4:30 I was knocking at Aaron's
door.

He pulled me in and helped me talk off my parka.  He looked at me and said:

I told you we were attuned to each other.  I have been crazy to see you
again.  I never expected you to weather a blizzard for me, though.

But, as soon as you get your parka and gloves off, call your parents and
tell them you arrived safely.  And, if necessary I will escort you back
home.

Toby, you look frozen.  The apartment isn't cold, but I will light the oven
and open the door.  We can move a couple of dinette chairs so we sit in
front of it for a while until you thaw.

Sitting there, talking, I found that his dad was Scottish and his mother
was English and they had immigrated to Colorado, a few years before he was
born, via Montreal, Canada.  This explained his voice.

He said that he forgot to tell me something yesterday.  He wanted me to
keep seeing Conrad and Clay.  They were longtime friends and they had been
good to me.  He didn't want to feel responsible for separating us.  I
agreed.

Soon we were kissing and each of us had our hands inside the other's pants
squeezing our erections.  Aaron said he needed to use the bathroom before
we started anything.

I waited just long enough to grow impatient when Aaron called from the
Bedroom -- Toby, can you come in here?

There was barely any light in the room most of which escaped from beneath
the closed, bathroom door.  I was not far into the room when Aaron spoke
from behind me.  I turned and could barely make out his form standing
against a wall.  He was naked, legs spread wide.  He was standing astride a
low wattage, night-light that was plugged into an electrical outlet about a
foot above the floor. His cock was totally erect and pressed against his
stomach.  His arms were outstretched about a foot from his body with the
palms of his hands pointing outward, toward me.  Without words, the message
he wanted to convey was unmistakably clear.  He was presenting his cock to
me and in the most beautiful way imaginable.  I practically tore my clothes
off and, damn, I had on underwear to cope with.  I had worn them because of
the cold


I approached him, pressed him tightly to the wall with my body, kissed him
and played with his oversize nipples, flicking them with my fingers,
pulling on them and sucking them until they enlarged like an aroused cock.
With my tongue, I licked my way from his nipples to his love
tool. Remembering how tender his cock head looked, I knew I would need to
be extremely careful in the way I serviced him.  If I caused him to
prematurely ejaculate I'd probably shoot myself.

I worked my throat muscles until my mouth was wet with saliva.  I enveloped
his cock as slowly and softly as if he was asleep and I was trying to enact
a sexual fantasy without awakening him.

As best as I could, I subdued my lustful thoughts and concentrated on
making my mouth into a warm, wet and slippery receiver, hopefully worthy of
Aaron's young manhood.  With my mouth open I tried to achieve a feather
light touch to the sucking action.  Aaron was totally motionless.

I tried to vary the sensations I was giving him -- I would pause and
tease his cockhead with a dancing tongue -- withdraw my mouth and gently
masturbate his shaft, slick with spit - my thumb on the bottom and my
forefinger on the top.

Although Aaron remained motionless, I knew his head was bent down,
observing my worship of his manhood.  The one and only time he uttered a
sound was when he said "No" when he observed that, at one point, I had
started to masturbate myself.

I had succeeded in delaying his climax but it became evident that his
arousal was nearing the point where he could no longer avoid ejaculation.
I pulled his cock down, released it and let it slap against his
stomach. After several repeats of this his body began to jerk, his manhood
began to pulsate.  I quickly put it in my mouth and held it there while his
urinal canal enlarged and his cock throbbed, sending cum flooding across my
tongue.  Without doubt he had the sweetest fuckjuice I had ever tasted.  He
placed his hands behind my head and pulled me into his crotch.

Oh Aaron, I am about to shoot.  I'm sorry.

Toby, don't be sorry.  What can I do to help?

Nothing, I don't have that much time.

I stood up, cupped his softening dick in hand and my cock shot cum all over
his dick and my hand.  He grabbed me and kissed me while I ejaculated.

While cleaning ourselves up, Aaron told me he wanted me to teach him
everything I knew about sex, because I seemed to be so knowledgeable in how
to pleasure a man.

Any regrets this time?


No Aaron, and I have been thinking that I could probably have been a lot
cooler yesterday if I had had even an idea that I would be seeing you, if I
would have even seen your car outside.

Toby the people across the alley are elderly, have a double garage and one
car.  They rent the vacant stall, including a remote door operator, for
$10.00 a month.  That is where I keep my car.  I never leave it out in the
weather.

He hugged and kissed me some more and I walked home.

Chapter 3.

With a week of vacation left we saw each other as many times and we could
arrange.  Aaron learned to suck cock.  He said he had never conceived that
sucking a cock could be such an exciting, yet at the same time such a
satisfying, experience.

The first Monday after New Year's Day school resumed.  One of the school
janitors was waiting outside Aaron's, classroom door, explaining that
Mr. Force would be just a few minutes late and he would monitor the class
until his arrival.

The janitor stood in the doorway, leaning against a door- jamb, keeping an
eye on the room.  Within a few minutes he stepped aside.  Mr. Force entered
wearing a beaten up, old WW II, leather, bomber jacket, goggles and a red
beanie with a propeller on his head.  He spread his arms to which were
attached cardboard airplane wings that he had painted gray and had a
U. S. Air Force Insignia.

He "flew" across the front of the room and back, turned around again and
stopped at his desk.  Until he stopped, the class had just gaped with open
mouths.  Then students started laughing, then clapping their hands and it
ended with a standing ovation.  The janitor and the school principal stood
just inside the door and joined in the applause.

After things quieted down, Aaron pointed a finger directly at me and said
to the class: There is your student body spy.  Trust him with no more
secrets.

He had always been a popular teacher, but after that day he was THE MOST
POPULAR TEACHER.  By the end of the day, every student and teacher knew
what he had done.

If I have done my job correctly, you know by now the Aaron was my most
thrilling experience during high school.

More to follow