Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 12:12:32 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: A TEACHER AND HIS STUDENTS - 4

A little after noon on January 30, Chad and Kent arrived in Kent's dads' old
pick up truck and unloaded 5 garbage cans, two to put in the kitchen for
beer and 3 to put at the back door for trash or garbage, plus paper plates,
plastic eating utensils, paper napkins and large, plastic cups.  I had told
them earlier in the day that the cleaning lady couldn't come this week, so
the 3 of us pitched in and did what she generally did, including scrubbing
and waxing the hard floors.  Chad said that they'd be back tomorrow after
they'd bought beer, which they didn't need my help in buying, plus ice to
keep it cold in the trashcans.  Later in the day they'd pick up the prime
rib roast and ham that Millie's Cafe had cooked for them and snacks and junk
food which was still at Chad's house.  I couldn't believe Chad's
organization, even though I knew he'd thrown New Year's Eve parties for
several years.

About 6:30 PM New Years eve after having gone home to shower and change
clothes, the two of them came back and Chad wanted the keys to the barn to
park his Volvo in there and I told him that, to my knowledge it wasn't
locked.  Within minutes he was back to tell me that I was right - the barn
wasn't locked - but now he needed the keys to my pickup truck to move it
forward so he could get his car in.

"I don't have a pickup truck."

"Well, who's is that parked in the barn?"

"Beats the hell out of me; lets go out there and have a look."

Just inside the barn door was a red, Chevy S10 pickup (a 6-cylinder engine
and the smallest pickup in the Chevrolet line).  I was dumb founded.  Before
I   recovered my wits, Chad found the keys in the ignition and the vehicle
registration papers, in grandpa's name, in the glove compartment.  The
battery was dead.

"Didn't you know this was in here?"

"Honestly, no."

"If you weren't my teacher, I'd say you were a dumb shit."

"Go ahead, that's exactly what I feel like right now.  I guess I've just
never had a compelling reason to look in the barn.  The farm is all rented
except the house and out buildings.  I have no farm work to do myself, so no
reason to come into the barn.

"Well, happy, belated Christmas." Using his cigarette lighter to look at the
odometer he told me it had 3042 miles and possibly could still be under
guarantee.


"For right now, though, help me push it forward and tomorrow we can push it
back outside and I'll give you a jump start."  He had to go back out to the
barn, with a flashlight and show Kent what we'd found.  I think Chad was as
excited as I was over our discovery.

As soon as they were back I asked if there were any restaurants open
tonight.  "Sure, Millie's; it's probably their busiest night of the year."

Chad asked me what I'd decided on doing and I told him I was going to take
him up on his offer of going to his house to watch TV.  I didn't want to
drive to Hays, as the freeway might be a bit wild coming back late.  He told
me he'd left a few lights on and to make sure they were on when he left,
where the thermostat was located and where I could find his dad's scotch.  I
was just about out the door when he hollered at me and said to be back at
11:30 without fail as he'd serve eats at that time.

Oddly, right as Chad had predicted the night he was persuading me to let him
have the party at my house, from the time I finished dinner at Millie's and
locked Chad's front door the temperature really took a drop.  Suddenly, I
was really looking forward to sleeping between Chad and Kent and playing
with their big cocks whenever I felt like it during a long, cold night.
When I walked in the back door, I really couldn't remember what Chad had
told me the max would be, but he had certainly missed it.  There were at
least 35 people milling or standing around in the breakfast room, kitchen
and dining room (where Chad had had the sense to find table mats and a table
cloth to cover it with).

I scanned the place, some were students I knew and they all greeted me
warmly and thanked me for lending my house to the party.  Luke wasn't here
but he'd told me his mother never let him go to Chad's New Years Eve bash.
Some of the people were complete strangers.  I'd started home when a TV
program ended and it was 11:00 instead of 11:30.  So, I put some ice in a
cup and poured a stiff Scotch on the rocks from a bottle I'd stashed away in
an end table with a storage compartment in the Living Room.

The back door opens into a small foyer between the Kitchen and Living room
and is also the entry to the basement.  I noticed a guy coming up from
basement and that made me wonder what he was doing down there.  Then,
another guy opens the door and goes down to the basement, so after a few
seconds I open the door and went down myself.  The first strange thing I
encountered was that the regular bulb above the stair had been replaced with
one of those small 7.5-watt things and it was red and a floor to ceiling
black curtain had been draped across the stair opening to the basement,
which I didn't even notice at first.

It was totally dark down there except for the small windows, which didn't do
anything for you until your eyes got adapted to the darkness.  But I could
hear noises and moved toward them.  Holy fucking, shit, some guy was sitting
on a chair and he was sucking one cock and had four dudes in line waiting.

Well, I grabbed the last one in line by the hand and walked him to a corner
on the other side of the room, put my drink on the floor, unzipped him and
fished out his cock, which was already as hard as a cock could be, certainly
fat and probably about 6 inches long.  Further feeling confirmed that he was
cut.  I got onto my haunches and discovered that he was one hot, worked up,
fucking kid.  It didn't take him long to climax in my mouth.  He whispered a
thank you in my ear and left.  He must have gone back to the original
cocksucker's line and brought the last guy in line back with him.  The guy
must have been completely unzipped and shorts pulled down, because when he
found where I was, partly from my reaching out to guide him, his pants had
dropped to the floor and he was naked from the waist down.  The first guy
I'd sucked stayed on, unbuckled and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my
cock, got on his knees and sucked on it while I sucked his friend.

Well two were enough and luckily I hadn't shot off which I didn't want to
do, as I was looking forward to my night in bed with Chad and Kent.   I was
the best fucking time I'd ever had in the basement.

I milled around again until Chad had the food laid out on one of the kitchen
counters and was telling people to start the line.  I looked for the two
guys I'd sucked but was totally unsuccessful.  Guess I'll be forever
curious.

Well, some people left soon after they'd eaten and said their goodbyes and
there were about 20 who stayed it out until new years, put on hats, used
their noisemakers and drank champagne - in other words, the traditional way
to celebrate the coming of the New Year.

Chad, Kent and I had drunk very little during the evening, so I got out the
Scotch and Bourbon and we all had a couple of nightcaps to celebrate the New
Year. Chat apologized for the crowd.  He said some invited guests had out of
town guests and brought them along without checking with him and some guys
from the county, but not in the consolidated school system, heard of the
party and crashed it.

"I'm really sorry, Tad."

"Well don't be, looking around I can't see that any harm was done and
everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves."

I then explained what I'd run into in the basement and they fucking couldn't
believe it.  I took them down to the basement.  The small light bulb and the
black curtain were still in place.  I turned on the lights and we saw there
were some beer cans and plastic cups scattered around the floor, the chair
was still in place, but there was not as much as one spatter of cum on the
floor.

After another round of drinks we turned off the lights and went upstairs.
By now the boys were feeling relaxed from their drinks and they sure enough
were tired out, so nothing happened.  After I was sure he was asleep I
checked Kent, out of curiosity, to see if he was keeping himself shaved - he
was and his genitals were as smooth as a baby's skin.  The next time I woke
up he had his back toward me and his hand around my cock trying to get in
his love hole. Without lube, I gently fed my cock to him while I reached
around and held his big, teen piece of meat.  After I had filled his ass
with my love juice, I crawled out the foot of the bed and washed myself.  It
was five in the morning when I woke again, hard as hell as someone was going
down on my cock.  I couldn't figure it out as I saw I was facing the
nightstand that held the digital clock and I knew Chad had been sleeping on
that side of the bed and I knew he was completely passive.  He really tossed
me off and swallowed my cum, scooted up, put his hands on my cheeks, kissed
me and whispered, thanks.  "That's for letting me have the party here."

"Thank you.  That was wonderful.  I didn't know you did that."

"I do now.  I didn't know what I was missing."

It was 10 before we all were awake.  After we had breakfast we went to the
barn and pushed my new pickup out of the barn and Chad jump-started it.

"Take that thing for a 30 mile drive.  We'll start cleaning up while you're
gone."

When the cleaning was finished, Chad divided up the beef and the ham between
up and loaded the trashcans in Kent's dad's old pickup and said he'd take
them to the dump tomorrow.

Another escapade had passed without my getting into a tight place at the
school.  It wasn't until 2 days after school was out for the summer that the
next event of consequence occurred.

One day about 10 in the morning, Mr. Woodard, Chad's father called and
wanted to know if I could meet him for lunch at noon at Millie's.  I knew I
wasn't in trouble but I couldn't figure out for the life of me why he wanted
to talk to me.  When I walked in Millie's it dawned on me that I didn't even
know what Mr. Woodard looked like.  Then I saw a man in a business suit, a
rarity in Kansas Junction, walking toward me and smiling,  "You must be Tad
Turner, thanks for coming, may I call you Tad?  My name is Dan."  He guided
me to the back of the restaurant and explained the Lions and Rotary Clubs
met back here in a private room and he'd requested using it today. After
we'd ordered. Dan began -  "Tad, Chad suggested I talk to you about a
problem that has recently arisen in my family. I have a sister I haven't
seen in eons - since before she was married.  My wife is not the most open
minded person in the world and my sister married an Hispanic man in New
Mexico and my wife wouldn't even let me as much as call her on the
telephone.  I thought it would blow over eventually but it didn't and then
she moved and I lost track of her completely.

Then, yesterday morning, just after I walked in the door  to my office, a
banker I have known for years in Junction City called saying he had just had
a call from the Albuquerque juvenile care center asking if I had a sister
named Ann Morales.  As it turned out they were looking for a banker that
hadn't had contact with this sister for many years.  The woman had recently
died and after several weeks her young son, when questioned, remembered she
had a brother in Kansas who was a banker and all he could remember was the
town had the word "junction" in it. I assumed it might be you they were
looking for so I looked in the State Banker's Association  member's list and
gave them your name and phone number. He closed by saying,  "Does this make
any sense to you at all? I hope I did the right thing giving them your
number."

I told him he did, I did have a younger sister named Ann Morales and I had
lost track of her.

Now, Tad, you're probably wondering why the hell I wanted to talk to you
about the problem?"

"Well, I suppose you'll tell me when you get to it.  Take your time, I'm a
good listener."

He continued his story by saying before he could call Albuquerque they
called him, his nephew was 15 years old and he was named "Dan", after him.
The boy had been first placed with an older foster parent, a woman who only
took children on a temporary basis.  Then they placed him with a foster
family that already had three other boys, slightly retarded, living with
them and Dan immediately started getting into trouble.  He was caught
several times sucking the retarded boys' penises and warned.  But, they
couldn't deter him.  They told me the juvenile authorities would like me to
take him or they'd have to put him into a juvenile detention facility - not
a prison but not a foster parent environment either.

Now, as to why I wanted to meet with you.  First, as I've already said, Chad
suggested it - in fact he recommended as well as suggesting I talk to you.
I am going to charter a plane out of Wichita to fly me to Albuquerque Friday
and back Saturday.  I would like you to come with me.  You know one hell of
a lot more about teenagers than I ever want to know.  By the way, Chad is
coming, too.

If it's inconvenient, I'll change the date.  I really want you to go with me
and help me sort this thing out.

I agreed to go along and the plane arrived at an airport 30 miles from
Kansas Junction at 6 AM.  The boy's caseworker met us at the airport in
Albuquerque and drove us to the juvenile detention center where Dan was
being held.  Helen, the caseworker, arranged for him to be brought to us in
a conference room.

The minute he entered the room my heart went out for the poor kid.  He was a
great looking kid, black hair and brown eyes, thin faced, skinny as a rail,
shabbily dressed, scared and embarrassed - he looked like a fawn caught at
night in the headlights of a car.

Thank God, Dan and Chad immediately rose from their chairs and walked toward
him before he was seated, introduced themselves and gave him big hugs and
then requested that he be seated between his new found uncle and cousin.  He
was now directly across the table from me, where I sat next to the social
worker.  Dan introduced the boy to me, I gave him a smile, reached across
the table and took both of his hand into mine and squeezed them.

The caseworker soon cut to her proposal - which Dan had briefed me on.
Without hesitation Dan responded that he certainly did want to take him back
to Kansas with him, but he had one problem, explaining his wife's position.
Then, which was news to me as much as it was to the social worker - in fact
it was more shock to me than news.  He asked the social worker if he took
his nephew home and would be totally responsible for his education, medical
and living expenses, could he live with another responsible adult in Kansas
Junction.

The caseworker asked the logical question, "Who would that person be?"  Dan
said, pointing to me, "Mr. Turner here" and almost with tears in his eyes,
continued, "Tad I was afraid to ask you before for fear you wouldn't come."
Chad saw my shocked facial expression, rose from his seat, walked around the
table, reached down, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

Nobody said anything for a minute, so I reopened the dialog.  "It seems to
me that we are talking about the wrong things here.  Before I can decide,
and I am keeping an open mind, I would like to hear from young Dan what he
thinks about the situation.  I know he is a complete stranger to his uncle,
his cousin and especially me.  I would like Dan to tell us what his initial
reaction to the situation is, what his initial impression of me is - for my
part, I don't need or want someone to help me with finances, I just want be
responsible, totally responsible for the boy if he agrees to come and live
with me - just as I would be for a son, if that makes sense.  I just want to
be sure that Dan, in time, would grow to love me and let me love him.  I am
not old enough to be his father, but I'd like to be his older brother.

Helen answered by saying, "Mr. Turner that was a very intelligent and
sensitive response.  Believe me it is the kind of response that is all too
rare around here.  Thank you."

"Helen, may I ask you something.  It may be against all rules and
regulations, but could the boy and I talk alone. If so, I'll open the door
and call you back in when we're finished."

"It is sort of bending the rules, but Dan has absolutely no record of
violence, so I don't see what harm it could do."

The minute Dan and I were alone, I jumped up, ran around the table, doubled
up my fists and said, "Do you want to go a few rounds, Mr. Violence?"

He stood up and doubled up his fists and took a boxer's stance - he had
immediately seen the humorous side of my little charade - we first started
laughing and then got the giggles.  Helen peeked in the door and asked, "Is
everything OK in here."  Dan replied,  "It will be as soon as we can quit
giggling."  I think it had been a long time since anyone, boy or adult, had
done anything silly with him.  I touched him on one of his cheeks, and said,
"May I sit with you on your side of the table, or better yet lets just go
over and sit on the couch."

He gave me a brief history of what his home life was like, how his dad was
killed in an auto accident and then how his mother died.  I prodded him into
telling me something about his school, his likes and dislikes, and he
questioned me.

An hour passed in what seemed like minutes, to us. To the ones standing in
the hall I'm sure it seemed much longer.  Finally I asked Dan what he
thought and he replied he'd like to try it.  I responded I'd like that to
but my real hope was that it be more than a trial, I was hoping it would be
something we committed ourselves to make work because I really wanted it to
be permanent.

He replied that he did too; he really wanted it.  I opened the door, all of
them came back to the room and Chad remarked that it was about time.  Dan
remained seated on the couch, so I walked over and sat down beside them.
Helen caught the significance of the move, so she had everyone pull his or
her chairs over into a semi-circle, which made it much more chat like and
far less intuitional.

To my surprise, Dan led off by saying,  "When Ms. Barton opened the door to
check on us, we were laughing and giggling because the minute you left Tad
jumps out of his seat and runs around the table to me with his fists doubled
up and says, "Do you want to go a few rounds Mr. Violence?"  It just got to
me, I couldn't help it; we both started laughing and then giggling.  Within
a few seconds, he had just drained the tension from me. And, Ms. Barton, may
I add something else?"  She nodded her approval and he continued:  "I've
made up my mind.  I really do want to go back to Kansas with my uncle and
cousin; I really like my new brother and I want to live with him, very,
very, much.  He's a real neat guy."  My eyes watered, I looked at him and we
both began to cry and hugged each other.  Soon the other three were showing
tears, too.

Finally Helen said,  "Well, this has been a very rare meeting in this room
because it had a happy ending and I want you to know how much that pleases
me, especially for Dan's sake."

Mr. Woodard, do you want to break for lunch, or take an hour and clear up
the legal work, I have the paper work here.  I want you to know, first
though, that you will be signing to become your nephew's legal guardian.
You do not have to adopt him.

"Could we all go to lunch together, first, Mrs. Barton?"

"I regret the answer is no, Dan would have to be escorted by a guard back to
his quarters."

"Then let's get it over with right now.  I don't want to lose him now that
I've found him.  The two Dans and Mrs. Barton stayed behind and we walked
out to the front entry, asked if we could get back in if we stepped outside
and had a cigarette.  The clerk asked who we were with and in what room.  We
told her, she OK'd our leaving and we were back into the warm dry air of
Albuquerque - not so distant from Kansas, yet so different in climate."

"To my surprise, Chad's eyes immediately watered up, "Tad I can't tell you
how proud I was of you in there and I hope you know I've really loved you
ever since our trip to Denver."

I know you do Chad, and I hope you know that I love you right back, you and
Kent both.  And, it makes me proud just knowing that you're proud of me."

"That boy was really pathetic looking when he first came into the room,
wasn't he?"

"I know.  I my heart really went out to him."

"Tad, I hope you're sure of what you're doing.  I don't want you to do it
because you feel sorry for the kid."

"I'm sure."

"Do you have any chewing gum?"

I found some in a jacket pocket and offered it too him.

"Later, since we can disguise our breath a little, I guess we can have one
more cigarette before we go back in."

"You afraid Helen will declare me unfit if she smells tobacco on my breath?"

"Who knows?  Smoking is frowned on these days'"

After every thing was said and done, Big Dan called a taxi and we went to a
Mexican Restaurant the driver recommended and then to the hotel where he had
made reservations.  The accommodations turned out to be two large rooms with
double beds.  Chad immediately asked his father if he'd be offended if he
stayed in my room with young Dan and me.  His dad said he had anticipated
the request.    (It fleetingly crossed my mind to wonder if he knew about
Chad and me.  But I soon brushed the thought away."


Chad and I took Dan to buy some new clothes, shoes and a piece of luggage to
get him home with.

At the dinner table I asked Dan to relate to his uncle the things he had
talked to me about while we were alone together this morning, especially the
things about his parents and his life to date.

Back in the room, the four of us watched TV until Chad's dad kicked us out
of his room saying the day had exhausted him.  Dan kissed his uncle on the
cheek and I had the feeling shamed Chad into doing the same thing, because I
saw the surprised expression on his dad's face.

All of us, for that matter were pretty exhausted.  It had been a stressful
day, and we soon went to bed.  While Dan was in the bathroom, Chad said he
thought it would be best if Dan slept with me, as he felt the kid was still
a little emotional over the whole business, to which I agreed.

As I was used to doing with Chad and Kent, I threw my arm around the boy's
upper torso and he put one of his hands atop mine and then moved his body
back against mine as if he was cold and needed my warmth.  Sometime during
the night he rolled over and was facing me.  I woke and was aware he was
holding my cock, not playing with it by any means, just holding it.  Without
moving, I just let him hold it but I had a hard time getting back to sleep.
Chad had told me the night of his party that Luke, the boy across the road,
had taken up with the two young studs that rented my farm.  I was now, as
I'd told Chad in Albuquerque, really fond of both him and Kent.  I guess
Luke, like me had traded one for two.  And, I wondered what would what would
happen to my relationship with Chad and Kent, would I be able to continue
it.  There was no way that I would jeopardize my responsibilities to Dan.
It was just a wait and see sort of a game.

The next night, back home, I showed Dan the room I had chosen to be his, but
he wanted to sleep with me again.  "I've always slept alone, but I really
like sleeping with you, especially with your arm around Me." so he slept
with me again and again I awoke when I became aware he had a hand wrapped
around my cock shaft.  It didn't surprise me, as I remembered my meeting
with Dan at Millie's and his telling me his foster parents had trouble with
him "sucking boys' penises".  The only thing that bothered me was what I
should and could do about it - I just didn't have an answer so soon in the
game.

Within a week I realized he was no longer asleep during his nighttime game.
I realized he was awake when he began masturbating me, obviously taking
delight in what was probably the first man cock he'd ever touched and
excited by it's size.  After a few nights of masturbating me, he presented
me with still a larger dilemma when he scooted down under the covers and
sucked me.  In fact, he sucked me until my cock unloaded it's cum into his
mouth.  The night after that happened I wore a jockstrap to bed, which
didn't end but mitigated the problem.  I just couldn't confront him with the
problem.

Dan, his uncle, dropped by every couple of days to visit and always voiced
his pleasure at the way young Dan seemed to be adjusting.  Then, one day, I
persuaded Chad to go with us to Hays to get Dan some more clothes.  Chad
took us to a great menswear store and I let him and Dan do the choosing, as
I knew Chad had impeccable taste in clothes.  Both of them had a ball.  Dan
was happier than I'd ever seen him.  Like his dad, Chad stopped by often and
one day we went to the Malt shop and pigged out on hamburgers, French fries
and chocolate milk shakes.  Then one Friday, Chad asked Dan if he'd like to
go to Hays and catch a movie.  It was late when they got home.  I was
already in bed and asleep, until Dan again sucked me off.  Damn, with him
not being home when I went to bed, I'd forgotten to wear the jockstrap.

The following day, Saturday, Chad called and said he wanted to chat with me
about Dan.  I told him I'd do a lot of listening but might not be able to
say very much in return as I didn't want Chad coming into the room and hear
me.  He understood, so started what was to be a monologue.

"Tad, I had a great night out with Dan until we started home.  Finally I had
to pull off the freeway so I could concentrate on what he was telling me.
Tad, the kid is in love with you - desperately in love with you, and he
actually told me how he was fooling around with your cock at night.  The
little shit was making me jealous telling me all that stuff."  At that point
I made my only contribution to the conversation by saying, "Shit".  Chad
said he understood and wanted to help me work it out, because he realized it
was a delicate situation for me.  "As of this minute, Tad, I don't have any
ideas even, let alone any solutions, but I want you to know I'm thinking
about it and will get back to you as soon as possible.  Meantime, it is my
advice, take it or leave it, that you forget the jockstrap business and let
him do what he wants to and let him keep thinking he's not waking you up.
The reason I'm saying this is because I think the kid is in bad shape.  He
really is in love with you and your big cock is totally irresistible to him.
I know it's a delicate situation for you, but if you hang in, one or the
other of us will get an idea, I'm sure."

I took his advice and Dan had his nightly good time for a week.  I found out
one of the reasons he was so dedicated to his nightly sex activity when I
stripped the sheets one morning to put in the laundry.  The sheets on Dan's
side of the bed had pecker tracks on both sides of where he slept.  I
deduced that he either climaxed while he was fooling around with me, or
accomplished it after he'd quit and turned over to face his edge of the bed
- it probably just took him one or two jerks on his boy cock to achieve the
result he sought and needed.  God, how I hoped Chad or I would find a
solution soon, which Chad did or at least an idea that led to the solution.

It happened one evening when Chad's mother was out of town for the evening
and Chad's dad arraigned to take Dan to Hays for dinner in a restaurant and
to a movie.

Chad brought some beer with him, thinking I might not have any on hand.  We
went to the breakfast room; he opened a beer and poured me a scotch and
soda.

"For what it's worth, Tad, here's my idea:  Some evening Kent and I take Dan
to a movie in Hays and use your truck, it has a bench seat, so he sits
between us; again at the movie we arrange that he sit between us and we play
the knees game with him.  On the way home we start acting out this scenario
- Kent keeps rubbing his cock through his pants and after we turn off the
freeway at the Junction City exit and somewhere along the 30 miles to home
on the two-lane, he announces that he needs to piss, I stop and he gets out,
I decide I need to as well and tell Dan if he needs to he better join us
because its 20 minutes to Kansas Junction and another 5 to get through town
and out to your farm.  After pissing and before we start again, Kent asks me
to find a farm road where I can pull off so we can smoke a cigarette before
going on.  By the way, do you know the kid smokes?"

"No, I didn't. He doesn't have any money and I haven't noticed any of my
Kools missing.  It must be an occasional thing - maybe he was doing it to
impress you."

"So, to continue, the talk turns to being horny and Kent says he could
really use a head job.  I said maybe we should get Dan home first, as it's
getting late. The kid suddenly blurts out that he'd give Kent head because
it wouldn't take long.  We look shocked, Kent whips out his 8 inches and the
kid goes down on it. I'll bet it turns out that there's no fucking way that
he's only sucked a couple of boy weenies.  I bet it turns out he's a fucking
pro at giving head.  A few days later we come over to your house and get on
the sex subject again.   He's bound to get  the idea we're all into the same
game and our threesome can become a foursome. So what do you think?"

"A lot of things, including some questions.  If the kid is really into gay
sex, I guess no one could say I corrupted him. That would solve one of my
problems.  Do you think that you and Kent could arrange to give him sex
every now and then?  Do you think you and Kent could manage it with me once
in a while in addition to Dan - I don't know if I have the strength to cut
off sex with you and Kent entirely. And, last, I'd really like your input as
to what your thoughts about, after you and Kent have taken care of him a few
times, if I told him I wasn't sleeping well and I thought it was time to
start sleeping in separate rooms."

"Now I have a question for you, Tad:  "Are you sorry you agreed to have Dan
live with you?"

"Absolutely not.  I'm sorry if it sounded that way."

"Well, something's bothering you.  Why don't you just come out with it?"

"Let's take a break.  If you don't mind getting a beer and fixing me a
scotch, I'm going to go to the little boy's room."

We started chatting about other subjects, while we had our drinks and each
smoked a cigarette, before getting back to the subject.

"Chad, back to your question about whether I had regrets about bringing Dan
to live we me, I want to repeat none whatsoever.   The boy is really a cute
little dude and he's smart as a whip, too - he'll do well in school, I know.
And, he's great company - something I needed more than I realized.  But,
ever since my first day of teaching my brain functions A-1 while I'm in the
classroom but then my dick seems to make my decisions for me.  I wanted to
start out by being low key - Mr. Straight, that sort of stuff.  Shit, I've
ended up getting more sex in this little town in a year than I got all the
years I lived in Denver.  That's a done deal though - I can't change it.
However I just have a gut feeling that it would be better for both Dan and
me if I didn't get into it with him.  I'm really uncomfortable with the
idea.  Does that make sense?"

"Yea.  I hear ya. And, I think I understand why you feel the way you do
about it."

"Thanks.  I'm glad, Chad.  You and Kent have come to mean one hell of a lot
to me.  Despite our age difference we've become really good and close
friends."

"We both feel the same about you Tad.  In case I didn't answer you a couple
of questions back, I just know Kent and I can fine ways to take care of both
Dan and you.  After all, we're not exactly prejudiced against having a lot
of sex - keeps a guy from jacking off, doesn't it?  By the way, what time is
it?

"8:30, why?"

"Talking about having sex has me all hot and bothered.  Lets take another
round of drinks upstairs; we've got time for you to lube me up and screw me
real good with your big, fucking dick.  After all you just asked me if Kent
and I could find the time to take care of you - well, I've got the time
right now."

When we finished we had more than taken care of each other - we'd absolutely
exhausted each other and lay entwined in each other's arms while we came
down off our sexual highs.

"Tad, we've been asking questions to each other all evening.  Why don't we
slip down and I'll get another can of beer and fix you a scotch and soda
while you write a note to Dan saying I'd decided to crash over for the night
and for him to sleep in one of the west bedrooms.  We can leave some lights
on so my Dad will just let him out and continue home?"

"Won't you dad see your car and get suspicious?"

"I'll slip on my jeans and shoes and move it around the back of the house.
If I don't show up at home tonight it won't matter.  I'm always crashing
somewhere or guys are crashing with me."

We had turned out the light on the nightstand and were facing each other,
arms around each other, when I thought to ask Chad something that had been
on my mind for some time:  "Does you dad know I'm gay and we're fooling
around with each other?"

"I'll answer on the condition that you don't hemorrhage.  Yes he knows, and
he understands.  He was into homosexuality during his youth and actually had
a lover at one point.  Then, he met my mother and they got marred.  So
you'll know the whole story, my mom's father owned the bank - he died while
I was still and kid and now my dad owns it.  The story has a happy ending
doesn't it?  My mom knows I'm both gay and out to some people.  I don't know
if she knows about you, but if it comes up my dad will deal with it, believe
me he's good at stuff like that plus the fact that he owes you big time, I'd
say."

"I'll interpret your remarks to mean I'm in no immediate danger."

"Tad, being we're going to spend the whole night in bed together, I want to
take care of you again, before morning.  You asked me to, remember? I want
you to realize how serious and dedicated I am to all things I undertake."

Chad, I know you are.  That's why I hired you.  And, I know you are many
other things, too - all good.  Goodnight - lets try to get some sleep.  He
didn't answer.  I think he had just dropped off.

I knew I wouldn't have any trouble either. I was confident that my worries
about Dan were coming to an end but not my relationship with Chad and Kent.
By mid July everything was fixed.  Dan had transferred his puppy love to
Chad and Kent and they were dealing with it as though it was no prob.  Dan
was sleeping in his own room and we were becoming better friends with each
day - he still liked to get silly once in a while and that was OK, too.
Chad's dad and I also became closer each time we met - close like friends
get not the other way.  Sorry to disappoint you but he wasn't my type and I
guessed I wasn't his.

The End

Well, again I want to thank you for reading my story.  I don't know whether
many of you have stuck with it through all 4 Parts - I think not because my
e-mail has dropped off.  But, that's OK, too; I'm already starting another
one. I'll just keep trying until I get the hang of writing these stories -
meanwhile they keep me occupied.