Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2007 19:05:36 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: NEW TEACHER ACROSS THE STREET 3

When Grace and John brought Mickey home they said when they were leaving
town they passed the church and Mickey asked what day it was, which led up
to his wanting to go to Sunday School tomorrow so she asked if he had
anything that he could wear. Robbie showed her what Mickey had and she
picked out some items including a sports shirt, which she said she'd iron
and he'd look fine.  Robbie gave her one of Mickey's bedtime pills and they
were off saying, "We'll bring him back after church, tomorrow."

Alone, Robbie explained Mickey never had relatives nearby until they he
moved back home and he was nuts about Grace and John and finished with
saying, "At least he wont be crawling into bed with us tonight.  Was he
playing with your dick last night while you were sleeping?"  The way it
came up and the way he asked it, I sensed he wasn't angry about it so I
told him Mickey had been since the first time I babysat him.

"I caught him doing it with a visitor's boy his age shortly after we moved
back here and I kind of thought he was doing it with you."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be.  I don't know how to handle the situation.  I don't want to
frighten him. I don't know what to say or if I'm even the one to talk with
him about it.  Would you help me?  If you'd talk to him, between the two of
us we could come up with an outline as to what might be appropriate."

I told Robbie about a cousin and that I realized I was attracted to him --
I didn't know at the time it was sexually -- I just felt something was
wrong with me - I didn't know what and was worried about it until a year
ago when I met Luke.  Then I explained I was six when it started -- just as
Mickey is now.

"Maybe you could tell Mickey that as an introduction, but we won't need to
do anything until tomorrow, so we have some thinking time before we make a
list.  Grab a couple of towels and I'll put some beer and cokes in a
six-pack carrier and we'll head down along the river before we do anything
about dinner.  And Josh, let's go naked, if we stay close to the river
we'll be walking on sand, so we won't even need shoes."

There were patches of Cottonwoods, so we were in their shade part of the
time and in sun part of the time.  It was 4:30 PM and the midday heat had
subsided a little, thanks to a light breeze.  I don't know what distance we
walked -- there were no city blocks to measure it by and my mind wasn't on
it anyway. Every minute, every second I was with Robb seemed as though I
was in Heaven.  I loved every thing about him.  Even his voice mesmerized
me.  It hadn't been long since I'd played with his cock but it was all I
could look at, hanging down between his legs and moving with every step he
made.

When we stopped, Robb said, "You want it again, don't you?"

"How do you know?"

"Your eye's betrayed you at first.  Now it's your erection."  He sat the
six-pack carrier down, took the beach towels from me, draped them over a
low hanging Cottonwood limb and, as he'd done last night, moved right in
front of me, reached around and grabbed the skinny cheeks of my bottom and
pulled me tight to his pelvic region, bent me backwards, told me he loved
to seduce me and open mouth kissed me.

"Josh I told you that mine was all yours.  In the excitement I forgot to
tell you that "Yours is all mine, too." This means that whenever we're
alone neither needs to ask, just do whatever turns you on at the moment.
It's sort of like we're engaged or going steady."  I was so overwhelmed by
what had happened while he was stretched out on the picnic table and again
just now, I started crying, I couldn't stop, I felt like such a
fool. Finally I managed to say, "I'm sorry, Robbie!"

"Josh, don't be sorry.  I want you to be happy.  Maybe I came on you too
fast today, but I love you, I truly love you, everything you do and
everything you say. Let's both be joyful because we're going to find more
happiness every time we're together."  For the first time, I put my arms
around his neck, pulled him down and kissed him on the mouth; it caused him
to erect and he pulled me toward him even tighter so I wouldn't fail to
notice it and to know I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

Robb took the towels down from the tree limb, spread them on a patch of
grass and we laid down facing each other and fondled cocks as we talked.

"Josh, lets just cuddle and relax a bit."

"Know what we forgot?  We forgot to drink the beer and the cokes."  Both of
us had to laugh at that.

The distance seemed even shorter going back to the coach.  He either held
my hand or had his hand on my shoulder the whole way.

I'm glad he understood why I'd cried.

We fixed hamburgers for dinner along with some packaged French fries you
just had to warm up in the microwave and ice cream for desert, after Robb
watched the evening news on the TV -- it had about a nine-inch screen and
Mickey wouldn't even watch it.  He complained it was too small but there
wasn't room in the coach for a big one.

Robb dished up ice cream to take outside with us but stopped and asked if
I'd like to make an ice cream soda with a coke since we'd forgotten to
drink the drinks we'd taken with us on our walk.

The breeze was sill blowing softly, it was nice and we pulled the two
chairs closer together and talked for at least two hours.

He asked me if I'd had any experiences before I met Luke, when I first He
asked me when I started jacking off, how often I did it now -- all kinds of
stuff and ended by saying we should feel free and open with each other, no
secrets, no inhibitions. Then he told me about the first time he jacked off
and other times he'd either jacked off or had oral sex with friends before
he married.  Next he went into detail over the troubles he' had with his
marriage, how they upset him, how difficult it was to get out of the dumps
after the divorce.  He told me things about it that I'd never dreamed could
happen and he ended by saying, "As I said in the beginning, I think we
should be open with each other and talking likethis is good therapy, too.
If you have a problem you can always unload it on me, if it's about our
relationship or something else.  What, I'm trying to say is I want us to be
good friends as well as lovers because that's very important."

He then asked me to go in the coach, get him a couple of beers out of the
fridge and a coke if I wanted one as well as the two towels we'd taken to
the river. Back outside, he told me to toss the towels onto the table.

"Josh, it's my turn to go in. I'll be right back."  He flipped on the
exterior light by the door. When he came back out.  He had a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter with him. "Josh, you haven't seen me smoke because
I 'm trying to kick the habit before school starts but I'd sure enjoy a
coupe with the beer."

"I replied that I didn't mind; that my dad smoked but my mom didn't like
him doing it" After the two beers he went over to the table and shook out
the towels.

"We were on grass when I spread them out so they should be OK to dry off
with after we shower. " e motioned for me to stand in front of the bench;
he sat on the bench, lifted my colored T-shirt over my head and pulled my
shorts down as my boy cock sprang to attention.

"Now you take mine off,"

He reached down and picked up the bar of bath soap kept just under the
table and at the edge of the coach.  Under the shower head he squatted in
front of me, reached around and soaped up my buns and my crack, turned me
around to make sure all the soap was rinsed off. Sill in a squat position,
he soaped my balls and rolled them around in his hand as he soaped my dick
and masturbated it a few strokes with his other hand then held everything
out in front of my body to assure my balls, as well as my erected boy cock
would get properly rinsed.

He stood up and at the same time kissed me as he held my genitals and said,
"It's your turn.  I showed you what to do.  Go easy, though, so I don't
climax too soon."  He turned the water off and we masturbated each other's
erection while holding their cockhead inside our mouths.

That Saturday was the day that I could truthfully say I had more sex than
I'd had any previous day of my life, any month for that matter, but I woke
up during the night severaral times and felt Robb up each time.  I couldn't
get enough of his dick.

I think we wore ourselves out Saturday, so Sunday was pretty quiet.  Grace
invited us to Sunday Dinner at 3PM, after which we sat outside in the
canvas, lounge chairs with Mickey on my lap.  Robbie excused himself as
planned, went inside the coach and stood at a window directly above where
Mickey and I were seated.

I started with telling Mickey I had a story to tell him and related my
experience with my cousin, omitting Luke's part, and then asked him if he
could guess why I was telling it to him.

He couldn't, so I continued: "Mickey, I'm telling you because I want to
talk with you about your playing with my penis when you're in bed with me.
You know what I mean, don't you?" He nodded that he did.  God, I felt as
though I walking on thin ice and as if I was in over my head from here on.

"So, you'll know from the beginning, Mickey, I'm not saying it's wrong.
I'm saying you're too young to be doing it."  Of course he asked, Why?"

"Mickey, I'm glad you asked a question because I don't really know how to
tell you, so if you ask questions now and then it will probably help the
both of us. And, so you won't worry about it -- I'm not angry now or never
have been -- I love you every bit as much as if you were my little brother.
In fact I wish you were my little brother."

He didn't respond verbally but I knew he wished the same thing.  I was
getting at more of a loss for words every minute.

"Back to your question as to why you are too little, you should wait until
you're older."

"Why?"

"The only way I can explain it is to have you imagine you're walking down a
pathand it suddenly becomes two -- one goes right and one goes left.  If
you keep playing with boys, like you're doing, when you get to where you
need to choose left or right you might choose the wrong path. This doesn't
make much sense yet, does it?"

"No"

"Mickey, I'm the reason you don't understand.  I didn't want to go this
far, but I guess I will.  Do you know what sex is?

"No,"

I thought: Damn, he isn't making this any easier.

"Sex is a word used to describe the way two grown up people show one
another they love the other.  It's not with words.  It's with body contact
in a very private way -- and shouldn't be done before they're married.
Your playing with me in bed is a kind of sex.  A few people say it is an OK
kind of sex if people are adults even if they are both men.  Most people
say it's a wrong kind of sex that should only be done between men and women
but never between two men.  Even more people think it's wrong between men
and boys or boys of different ages.  That's why I told you about the path
that splits right and left.  You should hold off and form friendships with
many more people, so you'll really know which path you'd find happiness on.
If you took the wrong path you might find happiness at first and then it
would go sour on you."

Mickey said he understood.  I think he said it only to please me.  I didn't
continue because I didn't want to ask him to make any promises.

After Mickey went to bed, Robbie told me that I did very well and didn't
resort to graphic descriptions of sex, which Mickey wouldn't have been able
to envision, anyway.  I wasn't too sure.

I had a restless sleep, woke up to close some windows - the wind had picked
up and there was some thunder in the distance.  When I got back in bed, I
reached over Robbie and wrapped my hand around hiis cock.  Shortly befoe
dawn it started to rain, which woke me again so i was aware when Mickey
crawled in and reached around me and started playing with me.

I guess I wasn't the one to have been preaching to him -- I certainly
wasn't practicing what I'd preached.

TO BE CONTINUED.  THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR YOU KIND LETTERS OF
ENCOURAGEMENT.

I HAVE ONE AND MAYBE TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT TO WRITE

JOE.

THANKS AGAIN -- I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.