Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2004 12:32:41 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com> Subject: A TEACHER AND HIS STUDENTS - 2 When I went to bed last night I tossed and turned thinking, until I, finally, fell asleep about the fact that Josh had said something to the effect that I'd be amazed with how many of the boys at school were into cocks; and, despite the fact that the start of school was still 8 to 9 weeks away, I'd already had sex with 2 students - thanks, in no small part to Josh. Josh kept entering my thoughts, too. He was all I could ask for; he had a big cock and couldn't seem to get enough sex. Both fine with me. His mom seemed to be pleased with our friendship - in fact she seemed, at times, to encourage it as if she took pride in the fact that her son was a friend of the new teacher. Don't you think that's weird - in a way! Don't think Josh and I didn't take advantage of it. He went to Hays with me to buy groceries and do my other shopping almost every Saturday. He visited me a couple of times a week and his mom had invited me over to dinner several times. If Josh felt she was the least suspicious we'd cool it for a while but he' slip over in the evenings while walking the dog. He'd come up on the porch, drop his pants and I'd give him a blow job, then we'd reverse positions and he'd suck my cock and we'd catch up on our kissing and hugging. Sometimes I'd bring an area rug out of the house and spread it on the porch and we'd lie down while getting sucked off. Besides beer drinking, I'd started smoking cigarettes, not heavily but about 2 packs a week. In spite of Josh, Kansas Junction was still dull and the heat made you listless to some degree. Luckily the house was air-conditioned. One evening, still reasonably early, I was just about to turn off the TV and go to bed when I heard a car with a loud muffler coming up the driveway. I knew it just had to be Nick. I turned on the lights at the front door and went out on the porch to make sure and to see if he was alone. It was Nick and if he was alone. It was obvious he'd had a few beers, but so had I, and he was by no means drunk. "Hi Tad, you weren't in bed, were you?" "No but I was about to go to bed when I heard your loud muffler." "Fuck, everyone for a mile around probably heard it, too." "Can I come in?" "Sure." "Got a beer." I turned out the outside light and said, "Sit in the swing and I'll go get a couple." When I got back I just plopped down on the swing beside him, in fact I sat close enough that our thighs were touching, handed him a couple of beers and said "Open one for me, too" and I placed the rest of the six-pack on the floor." "I knew exactly what the stud was after, but I thought I'd be mean and make him ask for it." "I've had a terrible night tonight, so far." "Oh." "Yea, I've been necking with some cunt but she wouldn't put out; now I'm I so fucking horned up I'm about to develop blue balls." "Have you ever had them or do you just know the expression?" "I've had them man and they hurt like hell!" "Why don't you jack off?" "Well, I was hoping you'd help me get off with a little more than jacking off." "Like what?" "Please, teach, don't put me on. You know more about sex than I ever will. Shit, I'll never forget the fuck you threw in me that afternoon when I followed you and Josh back here." So, tell me, so I'm clear on this, are you into male sex, like you're bisexual, or is it something you resort to when you can't get, as you call them, a "cunt." "Man, I don't know what I am. I like both. Sometimes I want another boy rather than a girl. You're the first adult male I was ever with and, and believe me that was the real thing." "I don't know that I understand. What do you mean by the real thing?" "You know, that was adult sex, your big fucking cock and all. I knew we weren't just playing a teen age game - fooling around - that kind of stuff." "I see, so what were you doing tonight." "We parked, did some kissing. The cunt doesn't even go for open mouth kissing. She let me get my hand under her bra and mostly I played stink finger. About the time she was getting a little wet, she pulled her skirt down and told me to take her home." (Shit, this kid knew more about sex between boys and girls than I ever would, but I liked hearing him relate his experience.) "You're sure it was stink finger, not stink cock, in case I end up sucking your cock?" He chuckled at that one." "Well, let's talk now about the specifics of how you want me to help you." "Aw shit, Tad, you lead the way. You couldn't make a mistake with me tonight as long as you make me shoot off." "Well let's get it straight. I look on sex as a wild passion and I like to share another person's passion in the process. I find sexual climax and the wonderful relief it brings the greatest gift two people can give each other." "Jesus, you have a way with words. I hope I can remember what you just said." "You ready for another beer, Nick?" Without waiting for an answer I reached down and got two cans. He seemed to have implied that I had carte blanche so I started in and I decided to start off by confusing him a little, making him wonder whether I was 100% gay or just what. I moved as close as I could get to him and said, "Show me which one of your finger's is your stink finger". He turned the thumb and forefinger on his right hand down to his palm as he did his ring and little finger. This left only his middle finger protruding. I took his hand and started sucking his middle finger as if I were licking his girl's wetness (as he called if) off his finger. Then I stuck the same finger in his mouth." There was just enough light that I could see he was wide eyed at that gesture. I put my beer on the floor and rubbed a hand over his crotch. Even thorough his rough, denims I could feel that his fat cock was erect. I took both hands and started to unzip his pants. He got into the game immediately and stood up facing me as I pulled down his pants and his jockey shorts, helped him kick off his shoes and step out of his pants and jockeys. His big, stud cock, was now sticking straight out. He pulled me up and helped me free my cock and we sat down again on the porch swing. I grabbed him and stuck my tongue in his warm, wet mouth and I had him flat on the swing from his waist up before I stopped kissing him. He had his arms around me and it was anyone's guess as to who was kissing who. By now I had my 8 inches all the way into his crotch area between his legs and was dry fucking him every once in a while as we were kissing. We had the same idea at the same time, I released him, we both got up, he grabbed my hard cock and I picked up the six-pack, which still had two beers. We went upstairs and pissed together. He pulled his tank top (now called wife beaters by the teenagers) over his head as I pulled my sport shirt over mine. I was determined to be in charge, so before he could say anything, I said, "Suck it!" I don't know if he'd ever gone down on anyone before, but he knelt beside the bed as I hung my legs over the edge and spread them wide. He was soon taking the whole 8 inches and not fooling around about it. He was giving me a first-class blowjob, until I pushed his off and told him I wanted to stand up. "Nick, I'm going to fuck your mouth - some people call it feeding a guy cock." I'll take it easy, I don't want to hurt you. Shit, I was about to cum, so I stopped. I didn't want to cum so soon. "Nick, I think it's your turn to fuck my ass. You lube us up and use a lot of the stuff. I haven't been fucked too often and it's been a long time." When he got it in, I wanted to horn him up to the max, so I started a dialog, much as he had done when I had fucked him and Josh had sucked on his stud cock at the same time. "Oh yea, Nick, fuck me, imagine I'm the girl you were parked with tonight and I'm finally putting out. Fuck me good, so I'll never forget it!" And did he ever! He might be just 16 years old but he sure new all the ins and outs of fucking. Maybe not how to get a girl hot, but he sure knew the basics and his youthful passion and eagerness contributed a lot to the way he used his cock." "Oh God, Tad, I'm shooting my load. I'm shooting my cum right up your tight ass. Oh my god, but you're a good fuck" "Keep on fucking me Nick, maybe you can shoot twice." I could feel his big cock shooting his love juice in spurts deep into my love hole. He kept fucking but he couldn't reach a second climax. When he pulled out, I let my legs relax and he got on the bed beside me. "That was good for me, too. Nick." "Please man don't say that. I'm the one that should say thanks. I don't know how I can ever repay you." "I do." "How? Just tell me and I'll do it." "I haven't shot off yet, masturbate me." He got on his knees straddling my legs, grabbed my rod in his hand and began jacking it. It gave him his second erection (those fucking hot, cum filled, teenage boys - thank God for the ones that are homosexuals). In addition to his ability at fucking he knew how to masturbate a cock, too. And, guess what, when he saw me ejaculating cum all over the place he had his second climax and with cum from two erupting cocks spurting all over my stomach I was one sticky mess. He looked at the bedside, digital clock and said, "Tad, it's only 10 o'clock. My rents would die of shock if I checked in before midnight. Can I just lie down with you and talk to you for an hour." "Yes, go down get two more beers, if you want one, and make sure you don't go to sleep on me." When he came back and we'd opened the beers, we sat cross-legged in the bed facing each other. "Tad, did Josh tell you that there are quite a few guys into sex with other guys in our school?" "Yea, he mentioned it and it was an interesting tidbit of information but I can't see, in such a small town school it would add up to many boys." "It's a regional school, there are guys from 6 rural schools bussed into here and it's a K-12 school, Even I couldn't believe it when I first started there, but even some of the junior high age boys are into it and I mean big time. Some of the 11 and 12 year olds get real pesty about it with the high school guys." "How many boys have you had sex with or are absolutely sure like to fool around?" "That's hard to say, but there are from 80 to 100 in each grade, so that's 1,200 students. I probably like cock more than I've led you to believe - I would guess I've personally had sex with at least 30 to 40 guys since I entered the fifth grade." "You're kidding me." "No, They start out early. Especially the farm boys; I think they start pulling their cocks as soon as they're out of diapers." "I can't believe it". "Well, if I were the Superintendent of Schools, I'd have you teaching a class "Sex Between Males". Man, you're fucking good at it and a lot of guys would fight to get into the class. I said, "Thanks" and reached over and kissed him." "Thanks for that, too." "You seem to have taken to kissing men." "Boys are hotter kissers than some girls I could name." I noticed his fat; stud dick was arching out from his body, and definitely heading toward full erection. "I can't believe you Nick. You're getting another erection." "I can't believe it myself sometimes. He gave it a few strokes and said, "Are you up to masturbating me, now?" "That, or you can mouth fuck me if you want to. "I think I'd rather end the evening having your hand take care of me. I enjoy being masturbated by another guy." His cock was now totally erect in all of its 7-inch, teen glory. He laid back and I straddled him as he had done me and slowly masturbated him, delighting in watching his shaft get ever harder, his cockhead become more and more engorged with blood and his balls snuggle up to his shaft until, finally, his urethra tube swelled with a load of cum that would soon be shooting out his piss slit. Unlike what Nick had done when he had worked me over, I bent down and put my mouth over his cockhead as I gave his shaft the final strokes that would make him climax. Once I had swallowed his warm cum, I held his cock in my mouth and rapidly jerked myself off. "Just lay there, Nick. I want to go to the bathroom and clean my stomach up a little." When I got back he was still in bed, still naked - most of his clothes were on the front porch. "Teach, as it turned out, I'd say you were my date for the night, and I mean that as a compliment." "And I take it as such and thank you." "Can I have another date?" Any time, but I have to warn you, Josh has developed a big thing for me and I'm going to have to tell him you came back tonight and the kid will pry every detail out of me, believe me." "I don't mind, he's a nice kid and was hot as hell the other day. In fact, I have no objection to another 3 way." Waking down the stairs, he reached behind me and grabbed my buns. "For an adult you have nice little buns, and are they ever good fucking." "You OK to drive home?" "I've never felt better in my life." I didn't wake up until 9 in the morning. I was totally fucked out. Next time Josh and I went to Hays (oh, I forgot to mention we generally went to a motel before we left town and had a sex session - too, I had gotten various sizes of dildos for Josh and I was finger fucking him (stink fingering him as Nick would call it). Our motel stays gave us an opportunity to do this stuff together and a chance for me to observe that Josh was practicing correctly. Anyway, on the way to Hays on this particular day, Josh started giving me advice about what I should do when school started and I must admit it was worth considering. "Tad, while we're in Hays you should buy some boxer shorts and some tight fitting pants - slim fit, I think they call them." "Why?" "Hey, dude, you're hung big time and into sex with boys. You've got equipment that would interest them, but you've got to show them what you've got." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "In case you aren't too sure as yet, I'm saying get some boxer shorts, or, better yet don't wear any underwear and get some pants with tight fitting legs. When you're in front of a class think of what turns you on - if you're stuck and can't think of anything else think of Nick or me. Get your cock up to semi erect and everyone will go bananas. You'll know by looking at their eyes and expressions. Pick out the boys who are reacting and you and I can wallow in sex this coming year. "Josh, you have got to be the hottest teenager alive. I can't believe what you're suggesting." "If I'm hot, you have to accept some of the blame. And, why be coy about it. If you have it, flaunt it." "And, I'm a year older and wiser and I'm sure going to be out there trying when school starts." This topic of conversation and with Josh's prodding caused me to buy some boxers and, without further prodding made me check in with the school and get copies of every text book the students in my classes would be using. I sure as hell wanted to be prepared for my first class. School started, the first day I had every period sit in alphabetical order starting with the front row and the first desk by the window wall, explaining it was just until I matched up all the names with faces in my seven periods. I tell you it was an absolutely terrifying experience, standing there in front of 25 to 30 high school students even though I'd spent most of my life in classrooms, but never as a teacher. In each class I introduced myself, told the class where I was born, where I had grown up, where I'd gone to school, what degrees I possessed, told a few antidotes and confessed that I was frightened to death standing there in front of them, adding that I was so frightened I'd forgotten to get a homework assignment together but promised to make up for the oversight. Then I volunteered to answer questions and there were a lot of them. How old was I - why did I apply to teach in Kansas Junction -was I married - what sports had I been into - what were some of my interests - what were my favorite TV shows - on and on - I couldn't believe it and was about to collapse by the time the bell rang. And this went on seven times before my first day ended. I was wiped out. In fact I was about ready to tender my resignation and try for another profession - then I thought of Josh and Nick and all their tales of boys from their Senior Year all the way down to the fifth grade that were into homosexuality to some degree or the other and I decided to stay. On day two, I'll be dammed if I didn't take on Josh's suggestions for a one-day trial run. I got ready for school, omitting underwear and putting on a pair of semi-tight legged pants that I had tried on, in front of Josh, in a men's fitting room at a store in Hays. If Josh had gotten his pick I might was well have spray painted pants on, but those I was putting on were bad enough. In fact I took a spare pair in the car in case I couldn't take it. I hate to admit it but the horned up little shit was right. All eyes in the first class were on my crotch. I called role and put a little mark beside the name of each boy that was bug eyed. That's the way it went all morning, and I decided to go for it this afternoon - why argue with success. The first period after lunch an over 6 ft. tall, really handsome, brown haired, blue-eyed student comes in on crutches and one leg in a cast. And, his crotch - it was unbelievable. He was at least hung as big as I was. I developed an immediate erection and I was then really sorry that I had let Josh talk me into this no underwear shit. But, you know the guy stared at me anyway. His name was Kent Edwards. I showed him where he would be sitting alphabetically, in the middle of the third row on the right hand side of the aisle. "Mr. Turner, I can't sit there, I have just had this leg cast on for two days, that's why I missed school yesterday and I'm not too good with these crutches yet, either. I responded, "Kent, the seating arrangement was temporary until I learned everyone's name. It isn't cast in concrete. Where would you be most comfortable sitting?" He picked the seat next to the middle aisle and in the front row, right smack dab in front of my desk. I smiled at him and thought - Holy Mother of God, this kid has been sent to torture me. When the class all moved one seat from their original and I called role, there were still a lot of students, boys and girls, with their eyes glued to the outline of my cock through my pants. I especially took note of Kent. He was not only looking at my bulge, he established eye contact with me and he cupped his hand over his erection. If Kent was not challenging me I guessed I wouldn't know a challenge if I met one face to face. When he lingered after class and thanked me for giving him the seat he wanted I was just a little more sure that he could be had. Anyway, I sure as hell hoped so. The class was my American History Class and the students were all Juniors or Seniors. My English Classes were mostly evenly divided between upper and lower class student. The second time the English Class met, which was mostly Freshmen, I asked them why they thought English was a required subject. The first girl that I called on answered correctly, "So we can communicate" I expanded that communicating with our voices was also a way of learning and asked how we did learn. That stumped them, so I told them we learned by using our five senses and asked them for examples. They seemed interested, which I was glad of and then I told them the homework for the weekend was this question, "Who was the first to convert English into a written language?" We had a short discussion of who should know the answer and I wrote their suggestions on the blackboard - The Principal, The editor of the local newspaper, The school librarian, The city library's librarian, Their minister and they copied them down. It wasn't until Monday that I discovered that the homework question had opened a small hornet's nest. The first Saturday after school started, Josh went to Hays with me while I shopped. I gave him the book I had all my class attendees listed it. He read it aloud to me, as I drove, all the boys I had put marks behind their names to indicate they were starring at my bulge and made comments about what he knew about them. JASON ALLEN - Well to do mother - father had died. No sexual encounter between him and Josh, but he knew Jason had jacked off and sucked cock with the same guy Josh had jacked off with. Josh thought Jason was a Senior. CHAD WOODARD - A Junior and the local bankers son, spoiled brat, had a new Volvo, rag top coupe. Already had a drinking problem. Had a nice cock, but not as big as Josh's (Josh had seen him pissing at a urinal in the boys' room). He never seemed overly interested in girls. Hung around with Kent Edwards. Holy fucking shit, at that bit of news, I was instantly erecting. RON MICHAELS - Sophomore, another one that hung out with Jason Allen - Josh new nothing else about him. KENT EDWARDS - A junior. A really tall dude (I already knew that). A Junior and he lives a mile down the road from us in the opposite direction from where Allen and Tom live. Well, Tad, you didn't fish out a lot but there are more around that aren't in any of your classes. But the ones that you did fish out are real hot ones to look at. Monday - English Class: I hadn't intended the students contact any of the people we made a list of that the students thought should know. But some of them did make contacts. It wasn't a disaster but I feared some of the people interviewed were embarrassed. Only one student had the answer I was looking for - Ron Michaels, seemingly the shyest student in the class if not in the world. He didn't even tell me the answer - he just passed it forward on a slip of paper - The Venerable Bede, who is credited with writing the first documents in the English Language an English Monk who lived from___ to ___. A few days later I was embarrassed as the newspaper had a small article about my assignment. I asked the kids if they had spent a lot of time on the project, and they all said yes. I asked Ron how he found the answer and he replied that he'd spent four hours searching on his computer. "Well class, I guess that was a time consumer for a weekend assignment. It won't be my intention to dish out any more homework on Fridays, so for an easy one today. I passed out plain paper and plain envelopes. "OK, I told you all about myself, now I want you to spend 5 minutes writing one paragraph about yourself. When you're done leave it unsigned and put it in the envelope you have and bring it up to my desk. When they were all on my desk, I shuffled them all around and said, "Now come back and get an envelope, open it and I'll have you all read what your letter said." "What if we get our own?" "Just read it, no one will be any the wiser." After about half the class was finished reading their letter, a girl whose turn it was said "Mr. Turner my envelope is written on and it says: "For Mr. Turner's Eyes Only" in big print. I called on the next student and walked back to where the girl sat and retrieved my envelope. "OK, tomorrow we start English Class, nouns, pronouns, adjectives, adverbs, sentence structural all that good stuff." After everyone had departed I opened the envelope addressed to me. "Dear Mr. Turner, I am a boy but I love you. Maybe someday you will fulfill my sexual fantasy, maybe not. Anyway you know there is one of your English Students that loves you. Hope you don't mind being loved from a distance and don't find my note too weird. Love ya, ______" I put the envelope and letter in my brief case. I was interested, wouldn't you be? I decided to save the letter in my desk drawer and take it whenever I passed out an assignment or test that required writing - thinking I'd compare the writing and trap my young admirer. On Friday, I forgot to turn in my absentee list to the office so I slipped it under the door and then I had to go back to my classroom - I'd forgotten my briefcase in all the excitement of it being Friday. When I went out the door there was Kent Michaels, cussing a blue streak. "Kent, what's wrong?" I missed the frigging bus and my parents are in Topeka so I don't have a ride home unless you have a cell phone and I can find a friend with a car that's at home. "Forget it Michael, where to you live, I'll take you home, where do you live?" I already knew, Josh had told me, but I didn't want him to know that. "A mile farther down the road from you. Damn I appreciate this, Mr. Turner." "No problem. Just curious, how are you going to do the chores with a broken leg and getting around on two crutches?" My mom has chickens and we have some pigs - no cattle. My dad arranged for a neighbor to come in and feed them so I won't have anything to do." I let that settle for a while and then got bold thinking of his long, fat bulge and asked him a question. "Kent, I made a beef stew last night, put it in the fridge and then into the crock pot this morning. Would you like to eat supper at my house?" "Thanks Mr. Turner that would be great." I helped him up the 3 steps to the front stoop, by being ready to catch him if he fell - catch or get squashed, one of the two. "Do you drink beer, Kent?" "Yea, but being it's Friday and my rents won't be home until tomorrow afternoon, I was going to get into my dad's liquor. Do you ever drink any of the hard stuff? "Occasionally, and as you say, it is Friday night. What would you like?" "Is a gin and tonic OK?" "The gin is, but I don't have tonic water. How about a Martini?" "My mom drinks them but I've never tried one." "They pack a wallop, as the old joke goes, Martini's are like a woman's breast - one's not enough and three's too many." He smiled and said he'd try one if I was going to have one, too, so I mixed two Martini's on the rocks, got a loaf of French bread out of the freezer to defrost, and asked him what he would like for desert. "Gee, Mr. Martin, anything would be OK with me. "Kent, would you mind calling me Tad when we're not in the classroom. We sat at the kitchen table sideways, so to speak, him on one side and me around the corner." This is a swell house. Josh, across the road said his mom was thinking of adding a second story to their house, which was just like this one before your grandparents added a second story. "I know, she was over here and looked at this house one morning. In fact, I gave her the plans for this house's remodeling." He had enough judgment to realize Martinis were quite a strong drink and after the second one I was going to serve dinner, but Kent said, "Tad, being it's Friday night do you want to try for one too many." "Well, Kent, I had planned for wine with the stew. Will you be able to get down the front steps on those crutches?" "Don't worry, if need be I'll crash out here for the night." "Holy fucking shit!" Then I remembered he couldn't get upstairs with his leg and consoled myself with thinking I would put him on the couch in the living room and I could sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag on the pretext that he might need something during the night." He had seconds on the stew and I had given a huge serving the first time, thirds on the bread, finished off the broccoli and after we'd talked awhile at the table he asked if I had ice cream. "I do, Kent but I left a Sara Lee, frozen cheese cake out to defrost this morning, do you like cheese cake. I think it might settle better with Martinis and wine than ice cream." "Man I love cheese cake." I guess he did he had seconds on the cheesecake along with two after dinner coffees. He plopped on the sofa and propped his leg up on the coffee table; I sat in an armchair and we watched the evening's news on the TV. Until I saw him sitting quietly, I had not previously noticed how utterly hairy and how sexy his legs were - really covered with dense hair. I guess he caught me staring, not that he addressed the subject directly, but remarked that he going to have to wear baggy shorts until he got his foot out of the cast, as pants were just to difficult go get off over the cast. Then, our seduction of each other started, but I didn't catch on at first. He started out asking if I'd found anyone to date yet and if I'd left a girl friend behind when I moved to Kansas Junction. I said no to the first question and addressed the second one with an indirect and fictional response. "Tad, do you want another drink?" "Excuse me Kent, I should have asked you, sorry, but you seem so young an innocent." "And perfectly respectable, too, except on Friday nights. What do you think we should have after having had Martinis and wine?" "Kent, if we mixed drinks I'd think we'd be sick as well as drunk, so why don't we stick to Martinis - I'll make them without olives, I don't think we need them, either." We had one, talked about school, the football team and the basketball team which he played on and had another Martini, at his request. I had begun to make them pretty weak. When I came back into the living room with the drinks, his shorts were raised in a long ridge showing the perfect outline of what must be a huge piece of man meat - well, boy meat to be exact, but cock meat is cock meat. I too erected before I could place the drinks on the coffee table and I caught him looking at me but he didn't say anything. In fact there was a couple of minutes silence that seemed like an eternity, until Kent turned off the TV with the remote and asked me, "Tad have you ever fucked a woman." "Honestly, I never have. Why the question?" "Just curious, I just wondered. I haven't either." I decided this was the time to address what I had interpreted as a challenge his first day in class - his placing his hand on his crotch and the frequent eye contact he made, so when I knew he was looking I made an adjustment to the way I was hanging. "You uncomfortable, Mr. Turner - excuse me, I mean Tad." "No, why?" "I saw you adjust the way your cock was hanging. I do that too, sometimes, it get's down my right pant leg and it normally hangs down my left pant leg. I guess you know what I mean?" "I sure do, Kent, mine does the same thing. And talking about the way cocks hang in your pants, I read somewhere, probably in a porno mag to tell the truth, that the great majority of men have cocks that hang left." "That's interesting. I'll have to start checking that out. Of course the guys you can check out on that score are few and far between, aren't they?" "Yea, jockstraps, small dicks, some don't read." "Exactly." "Tad, am I embarrassing you?" "Not in the least, carry the subject as far as you want to." "Well, remember that first day I came into your classroom?" "I'll probably never forget it, tall young guy with his leg in a cast and on crutches, unable to fit into the seat I had assigned him before I knew his circumstances." "Yea, and you were certainly considerate of me that day." "I'm glad you think so." "If I'm stepping out of bounds tell me, but I will also remember that day because I think we were both checking out what pant leg our cocks were hanging down." "I think you're right". By this time there was more cock adjusting going on with both Kent and me." Kent said, "Lets have another one, lose all our inhibitions being we barely know each other, and see how the evening turns out." Kent grabbed his crutches off the floor and went to the kitchen with me and leaned against the kitchen counter where he could watch me mix the Martinis." "Tad, so you'll know, I've messed with a few boys but never a man. I asked you if you'd ever fucked a girl because I'm strictly oral. For some reason, I just can't stand the thought of putting my mouth over a cock that I know has been in a woman's cunt. Do you think that's odd?" I resisted the temptation to ask, "how about if its been in a boys ass", but didn't. "Michael, I hope I can answer that so you'll understand and excuse me because I tend to long answers - maybe it's a teacher's disease. Anyway the sexual preferences and practices between two people vary all over the planet. I am an open-minded person about most things and particularly about sex. I truly believe that what ever two human being do together in a sex act is human behavior and nothing about human sex is ugly, obscene, wrong - it's all a union of two bodies and it is all beautiful. I too, like oral and I find the act between two men as an especially beautiful sexual union. The only thing more beautiful to me is the male climax and the ejaculation of male sperm." "God, Tad, you're making me so fucking hot. Look at my bulge now, and turn around so I can see yours." I did more than look at his bulge, I groped it and kissed him at the same time - I considered kissing oral and hoped to hell he did to or I'd just blown the opportunity of a life time. He wrapped one arm around my waist and with his hand on the other arm felt me up down there. "Oh shit, Kent, what do we do now, go back and drink these or do I kneel down and rape you right this minute." "I'd be for drinking the Martinis, messing around a little and cool down a few degrees, if possible, or it will be over in seconds." I went out on the front porch and locked the screen door and the door into the house and prayed that Josh wouldn't come over. Then I remembered that his parents, too, were going out of town for the weekend and he couldn't get out of going with them. "Come over here, Tad and stand in front of me, I want to take your pants down. When I had kicked my shoes off and he'd slipped my pants and jockeys off, he turned my shirt up inside my undershirt and said, "My god, Tad, your cock looks exactly like mine except you're cut. I can't believe it. I've waited to play with a big one ever since I knew I was gay, or whatever I am." "Kent let me pull you up and I want to expose you too. (I was praying he didn't have a foreskin that you couldn't skin back.) Why was this my one and only thought at the moment? Because a large cockhead was my favorite part of a man's cock, my very favorite thing - the thing I liked to suck most - it was my fetish. Since his cock was as big as mine, a tight foreskin was a distinct possibility, but the minute it was freed from his shorts it sprang up, cockhead fully exposed - in fact the gathering of the foreskin on his erected penis wasn't immediately behind his cock head, but a fourth to a half inch behind the rim of his cockhead with pale, pink, tender looking skin in between. I couldn't wait to tongue that beautiful and unique part of his enormous, boy cock. "Oh Jesus, Kent, you're absolutely unbelievable down here and its made more unbelievable down here being it's on you - a 17 year old boy, so clean, so sweet smelling and I love your hairy forearms and legs with your smooth body and your pubes and hair covered balls are another thing to adore. "Oh Jesus!" "Do you really like it? I was afraid you might not like boys." "Kent, I love boys, they are so special. I can't get over your cock surrounded with those thick pubes and hairy balls. You've got a lot of hair or a teen. Your cock just seems to be shooting out of your body hairs on its to space, like a missile. I can't imagine that anyone would not love oral sex with you." "Let me look at you more closely Tad. I never thought to take a long, close up look at a cock. You're heating me up, not letting me cool down." He sat on the couch and I stood up so it would be easier for him. "Oh, yea, oh yea. You're right. There's a lot of exciting stuff about a cock that you really need to take time to notice and let it sink in. (I loved his choice of words.) Yours has more veins than mine. Somehow yours looks like a man cock and mine looks like a big teen's cock. Your balls are so big - I love them - I bet they can store up a lot of cock juice." "They feel funny right now, I think they're both storing and getting ready to reduce their inventory. If that makes sense." The looking had turned too hot; it was now time for oral sex. I was amazed when Kent lay down on the sofa. He again placed his leg with the cast on the coffee table and swung his other leg over the back of the sofa - he didn't say one word but it was obvious he had opened up his boy crotch to give me full, unrestricted access to his 8-inches of fully erected, teenage, boy cock that he had as much as told me, with his discussion of oral sex, that he liked a cocksucker to work over and bring him to climax. I am not being snobbish, but in the rural area where he lived, I seriously doubted that he had never had a real cocksucker take care of him. I took one last look at that incredible sight before I crawled between his hairy legs to their point of juncture - I reinforced the image I already had in my mind of his 8-inchs of cock flesh sticking straight up out of a bed of thick pubic hair. I moved forward and could smell his cockhead, the unique smell and dampness uncircumcised cockheads exude for a short while after the foreskin has retracted and exposed them. I wrapped my cock hungry, cock loving mouth around just his cockhead and stopped my downward adventure long enough to swirl my tongue over and around it and to explore the area between his cock rim and his gathered foreskin that I have already told you about. The taste was a taste of heaven but I knew I had to go on to the whole of Ken's most intimate part of his body - his cock shaft - the most sexually charged part of his body, the part that even his mother had not seen since he was old enough to bathe alone, that part of his body, that smooth tube of cock flesh that hung down at the juncture of his legs, that part no girl had ever seen or ever touched or, for that matter, never would see nor touch. He had been sucked before, but like his concern over whether I'd ever fucked a cunt, his never had either. In that respect I was sucking a virgin cock - an 8-inch teenage cock on a handsome young man, a cock that had never been in a girls pussy, never fucked a girl, never given a girl the wild pleasure of having a male penis pushed in and pulled out of her vagina. I made my mouth as wet as I could and opened my lips as far apart as I could and went up and down on his shaft with such a feather light touch he would probably wonder just what I was doing. Slowly I closed my lips tighter and ultimately even tighter and finally I started a real sucking motion with the muscles of my throat. Then, I stopped. His cock, dripping with my saliva, was engorged with blood; his cockhead was as big as a plum but his organ was not as yet at the throbbing stage, which is why I stopped for a pause. "God, man, why did you stop?" "Now is the time to really cool down a few degrees, Kent; you wanted to make it last, I am showing you how to make it last. Stay where you are and I'm going to move around so I can feed you my cock. God but I hope you enjoy it even half as much as I enjoyed that beauty of yours. I think we should switch back and forth two or three times before we climax. I stood on the floor, leaned over and braced my hands on the back of the sofa and lowered my cock into his mouth. I guess he decided that further delay was impossible. He sucked me so fast and so hard that my cock soon exploded in his mouth and my big balls, as he called them, unloaded into his mouth. He stopped all movement and let it spasm and jerk and drain itself into his mouth. I switched and again went down on his still totally erected boy cock. He too jerked up and down and when it subsided I swallowed the gift that had poured forth out of his piss slit. After we came down off of our sexual high, I told him I'd go upstairs and get some sheets and a blanket and make him a bed on the couch. "Don't you sleep upstairs?" "Yes, but you can't get up there." "Oh yes, I can, just watch me, and bring my crutches." He sad on the lower step and raised himself up, riser by riser, step by step, until he was sitting on the top floor he grabbed the banister and pulled himself up to a standing position. With as much as the two of us had to drink, we dropped right off to sleep. I noticed that it was yet early 9:30 PM. It was midnight when he woke me up masturbating me and I sucked him off again. At 3:00 AM it was the same thing, and it happened again at 5 in the morning. Each time he shot a big load and hugged and kissed me. The kid was the find of the century. Finally he had evidently had enough. We slept until 11 o'clock.