Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 18:29:15 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: YET ANOTHER TEACHER

It's difficult to know where to start, so I'll start with
Bailey.  It was 23 miles down the mountain from here
and was on a railroad.

In the early part of the last century, towns without
railroads were called inland towns.

Next there was Colton, it had both a coal mine and a
silver mine.  The coal mine was the more productive of
the two but it wasn't too successful, either, as the coal
had to be hauled down to Bailey to be loaded onto
trains.

Then, both last and least was Martinsville, a half mile up
the mountain from Colton.  It had a coal mine but not a
very productive one.  The only reason Colton and
Martinsville still existed is because the coal was of a
very high grade.  Then, the old miners in Martinsville
sort of stuck with it even though knowing that in the
foreseeable future it would become a ghost town.

The only school was a one room First through Eighth
Grades in a square 24' x 24' wooden building with a coal
stove and a bell tower.  You rang the bell with a rope
that dangled down into the room from a hole in the
ceiling.  The privies and a coal shed were out back.

The classroom did have a pump and a sink that drained
to the outside of the building. You could wash your
hands in cold water in the sink before you ate your bag
lunch.

The school had one teacher, always a different one
every year, kids sat in areas according to their age and
the teacher divided her time between the groups.
Sometimes the older kids taught some things to the
younger ones or helped them with something.

This year we were in for a big surprise.  For the first time
ever the new teacher was a man.  He was in his early
twenties; a new graduate of the State Teacher's College
and was better at disciplining the older boys. He also
came to school early, got a fire going in the coal stove
and unlocked the door so kids didn't have to wait
outside in the winter. His name was Terry Matthews.  He
had black hair, black eyes and long legs.  He always
wore black, dress pants, a colored shirt, tie, a vest and
brown shoes.  He was always pulling a pocket watch out
of his vest pocket and looking at it despite the fact that
there was a wall clock on the front wall of the classroom.
Maybe he kept looking at his watch to make sure the
wall clock was accurate.  In addition to the clock there
were two pictures on the wall – a copy of a painting of
George Washington and one of Abraham Lincoln, along
with a small flag.

My name, by the way, is Joey Brandon, I'm 12 years old
and next year will be my last before going to the high
school in Colton.

My dad was a clerk and timekeeper in the mine office
that owned both the coal mine in Colton and the one in
Martinsville.  When he died, the company moved us to a
house in Martinsville, because there were a lot of empty
ones here.  All the company houses were alike and,
conveniently, ours was right across the dirt road from
the school and the teacher's house was next door to the
school.

I don't know at what age most boys began to think that
they might be queer.  I'd thought I might be for the past
year.  It seemed about that time my cock became more
important to me when I discovered it was a source of
more pleasures than pissing though it. Then, when Terry
came, I was practically sure of it.  In fact, I was pretty
sure I was in love with the new teacher – there was no
other way I could account for the way I felt about him.

Terry's house was, as I said, out of the same cookie
cutter, two 16' x 12' rooms with a 6' long wall dividing
them, leaving a 10' opening between.  The coal stove
was located in the opening, half in the kitchen and half
in the front room, as it was needed for heating as well as
cooking.  It also had pipes running inside that were used
to heat the water tank beside it. There was a small front
porch and a shed roofed, enclosed back porch with a
laundry sink as well as a bathroom.

The lighting consisted of a bare bulb in the middle of
each room plus one in the bathroom with hanging cords
to turn them on.  Most people tied something to the
cords to make them easier to find in the dark.

My mom had Terry over for dinner occasionally and
then, one day, I'd walked to the grocery store in Colton
that had a tiny post office in one corner.  The grocer's
wife, Millie, was the postmistress.  When I walked in she
handed me a letter for my mom through the window.
It was a night Terry was coming over for supper, and
mom told him about the letter, adding she was going to
have to go home for a couple of weeks as her mother
was ill and not expected to live, so she had to find
someone to care for me because she was going to take
the early morning bus to Bailey to catch the morning
train.

Terry responded, saying he'd be glad to have me, he got
lonely sometimes and I could go home with him tonight,
as he knew she'd be busy packing.  I'd only seen my
grandmother once and was sorry she was dying, but at
the same time I was happy about going to live at Terry's
for a couple of weeks.

His house was so much like ours, I felt right at home.
He wanted to know if I wanted to take a bath while he
shaved so we'd both be ready in the morning for school.
I did and he handed me a towel when I got out of the
tub.  His bed, like ours was in the end of the front room
farthest from the stove and the half nearest the stove
was where people sat.  He saw me putting my long
underwear back on to sleep in and he told me I could
use one of his flannel nightshirts instead.

As he turned back the covers for me I noticed an 8"
diameter Big Ben alarm clock on a table by the bed.  He
told me to sleep on the side by the wall and he'd be in
later, after he'd read a few chapters in a book he had
started. He went to the kitchen table under the ceiling
light and read awhile.  I couldn't get to sleep so I saw
him come in, light a candle and go back to the kitchen to
turn out the light.  The candlelight was enough that I
could see him take his clothes off, drape them over a
wood chair, take off his long underwear and put on his
nightgown over his head.  I really took a good look
because he had a big dick and it was hard.  I damn near
died right then and there and looking at him made my
dick hard, too.

Once I woke during the night and he had his hand up
my nightshirt feeling me up.  I guessed he was half
asleep and checking me out thinking I might be a girl.

Friday evening he asked if I wanted to go to Bailey and
see a movie tomorrow.  He said he could do our laundry
Sunday or Monday, as there wasn't much of it.

I hadn't seen a movie in a long time and I'd heard the
theater in Bailey now had talkies, which I'd never seen.

We had a good time and there was a flower shop next to
the small bus depot where, waiting for the bus home, he
bought a Boston fern and some Tulip and Hyacinth
bulbs to plant in pots, saying he hoped the fern didn't
freeze in the house, he'd have to remember to move it
away from the window at night.

That evening, after dinner and listening to phonograph
records, he asked if I'd mind bathing with him and he
could shave in the tub then we'd be ready for church in
the morning – There was an old hotel in Colton that had
closed but the Catholic Priest from Bailey had mass at 9
o'clock and the Presbyterian Minister, also from Bailey
held services at 11 o'clock, both in what was once the
dining room at the hotel.  Some Saturday nights they
also held dances there.

Terry filled the freestanding tub with the Lions claw feet
a little less than half full and we got in, legs touching and
facing each other.  He had a small, round mirror to
shave with, but he'd raise or lower it occasionally to look
at me when he was talking.  His cock absolutely
fascinated me.  It was soft but didn't have a foreskin.
Finally I just had to ask him, "Terry, how come you don't
have a foreskin?"

Because it was cut off a few days after I was born.  It
isn't uncommon for boys born in hospitals with a doctor
in attendance at the birth.  In places like Colton and
Martinsville, where there's no doctor, a neighbor woman
generally assists at a birth and the boys are not
circumcised.  If you can skin yours all the way back, you
have nothing to worry about.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he bent
forward, took hold of my dick with a thumb and
forefinger and skinned me back.  It made me
immediately hard and that made him hard.

"Yours is fine, Joey – no problem.  Do you want to look
at mine closer?

"Sure, if that's all right with you."

With his hands on the rim of the tub, he hoisted himself
up onto his knees and his cock was practically in my
face.

"Since you started this lesson on the male penis, do you
want to feel mine?"  Jesus, did I ever.  It was big, 7"
because later on I asked him.  The head was kinda
spongy to touch.  I'd never felt anything like it and it
made me hard as hell just feeling it.

"Thanks, Terry, I've never seen or touched a man down
there before."

"Well, let me say, you should always wash your
cockhead and under your foreskin while you have it
pulled back and you'll never have any trouble with it.

He shoved the fitting at the end of a small rubber hose
over the faucet of the tub, got the water the correct
temperature and we showered off the soap, standing up
to make sure we got it all off our legs, then we did each
other's backs.

Drying off, we kept looking at each other and smiling.
I figured it was now or never, so I got my nerve up and
asked, "Terry, can I feel it again sometime?"

"To be honest, Joey, I've been exposing myself hoping
you'd get excited and ask me.  Being a teacher, I was
afraid to come right out and ask you.  Can you
understand that?"

"Sure."

"Then you can play with it as often as you want to.  Have
you ever played with another boy?"

"Two or three times."

"I'm not asking who but was it the same boy two or three
times or different boys each time."

"The same boy."

"And did you both enjoy it?"

"Yes, I think more each time."

"It gets to be a habit, doesn't it?  I was lucky that way.
When I was a few years older than you I had an older
cousin, a son of an aunt that was quite a bit older than
my mother.  The families lived close and visited back
and forth quite often.  He let me play with his and I know
how exciting it is for a boy to play with a man's. He
taught me a lot and referred to my playing with his as
taking care of him."

He took me by the hand and we got into bed naked, he
on his back, after lighting the candle.  He lifted his legs
in the air and held them that way with his hands.  His
cock, although big and swollen, was still not totally hard.
His balls were exposed and his cock curved and hung
down – circumcised head and all.  Jesus! It was so hot
seeing it that way.

"Joey, jack it slow and easy for a few strokes, then try
putting it in your mouth and suck it to see if you like
doing it."

I didn't get as far as sucking it because he interrupted
me, got up and turned on the light, saying' "I forgot
something."

He went to the kitchen and came back with some
clothesline rope and a pair of scissors. He cut two short
lengths of the small, soft, white cord and wrapped it
around the top of his cock and down beneath his balls,
tied a knot in it and tucked in the ends.  "My cousin
showed me this. He said, it makes you harder, delays
cuming and gives you a bigger orgasm."  Terry had to
explain both cuming and orgasm.  I knew what orgasm
was but not by that word.

Without asking, he wrapped the second piece of
clothesline rope around my genitals then reached down
and kissed first my cock and then my mouth before
getting back in bed.

"Joey, I think I should tell you that what we're about to
do is sex, it is sex between two males but, at the same
time, it is as much a sex act as is sex is between a male
and a female having intercourse.  I hope you're ready
and I hope you like it."

I don't know if I could have ever been ready for what
happened.  I guess I was a little apprehensive because I
was just sucking his cock head until he reached down
and pushed my head down further onto his shaft and
began pushing it in and pulling it out pretty rapidly.

What Terry forgot to tell me was that he'd cum in my
mouth.  I didn't even have a clue when I felt that tube
that runs along the bottom of a penis, the one you pee
through, enlarge and become firmer.  Terry was
evidently aware of the tube enlarging though, because
he put a hand on the back of my head, leaving me only
one alternate – swallow his cum or choke.  I swallowed.
I liked it and I knew I'd never even try to pull off of a cum
shooting cock again.

I couldn't believe the quantity of stuff that poured out of
his piss slit.  Mine too, for that matter.

As soon as the intensity of our first sex act ebbed
enough that we were able to move, Terry pulled me up
until we were in full frontal contact, our soft cocks cock-
to-cock, and began kissing me and talking to me.

"Oh Joey, that was so good.  That was the first sex I've
had since coming to Martinsville."

I thought he'd never stop kissing me, but that didn't
bother me.  I loved it; I loved his hugging me, too.  It was
not only the first time I'd sucked a man's cock and made
it cum but it was also the first time I'd been kissed and
hugged by a man. For that matter I never knew men and
boys did those things together.

"Joey, there's a thousand things I'd like to tell you, but I
think we better try to get some sleep.  If you have to get
up during the night, wake me and I'll light the candle so
you can see to get around.

For the first time in my life, I fell asleep with a man's
arms and legs over me, as if I were his pillow, and his
breath warming my cheek.  I don't think either of us
moved until I woke at early light because Terry had his
head under the covers and was sucking my boy cock
and jacking himself off.

The next time I woke up was with Terry kissing my
forehead and saying, "Wake up Joey we've missed the
Catholic mass and don't have time to get to the
Presbyterian service."

So, we had oatmeal with brown sugar, an apple and
coffee, and started the laundry because it was sunny
outside for this time of year.  Like my mom Terry began
by soaking everything first in hot water then rubbing
each article with a bar of Ivory Soap and rubbing the
stubborn stains up and down on the scrub board.  As he
rinsed each article he handed it to me and I cranked it
through the wringer and it dropped into the laundry
basket.  It was still sunny and warm so we hung
everything up on the outside clothesline to dry.

Neither of us were very hungry so we decided to walk to
Colton and have coffee and apple pie at the café for
lunch after he straightened up the house a bit. I didn't
know where things went so I just handed him something
occasionally, including a couple of books that he kept in
a trunk.  While putting them away he said,

"Here's something you might be interested in.  I've had
them ever since I was your age."

They turned out to be two small, 6" x 6" pamphlets of 10
pages each.  One was black and white photos of a guy
with a huge cock fucking a woman first in her cunt and
then in her ass.  The other was of two guys
masturbating each other at the same time and then of
one sucking the guy with the biggest cock. I'd sat at the
kitchen table to look at them and when I'd finished Terry
had left the room.  I looked in the living room; he wasn't
there, so I went to the bathroom, where he was sitting,
naked, playing with himself on the toilet.

"Take off your overalls and get your dick out of your
underwear and bring it over here so I can suck it. I knew
those pictures would get you hard; they always did me
when I was your age."

I guess they still aroused him just thinking about them as
he was hard now.  As he sucked me I reached down
and wrapped my hand around his cock.  The minute I
was ready to shoot, he put his mouth over it and took my
load, then told me to sit on the toilet.  He stood in front of
me and pumped my mouth until he too had an orgasm.

While holding my head against his pubic hairs he told
me a man that walked his dog in front of the school
during recesses passed those out to boys when he was
my age.  He then added if we went to get our apple pie
now the clothes would be dry and he could begin ironing
them.  It was early enough that we could both cum again
when we went to bed.

The minute we got back home he boosted up the fire in
the stove and put two irons on it to heat while we
brought the clothes in the house.  The irons had a
removable handle that clipped to the iron and you
switched irons when one cooled.  He ironed his shirts
and my overalls and I told him my mom had taught me
how to iron flat things, so he let me iron his
handkerchiefs, socks, dish drying towels, pillow cases
and stuff like that.

For dinner we had canned soup, canned salmon that he
made into salmon patties and mashed potatoes with
butter. Canned Salmon was the cheapest food you
could buy at 25 cents for a No. 2 size can.

After he read the Sunday paper he'd bought in Colton
and listed to some more phonograph records we went to
bed.  He was right, we were both displaying erections as
we turned back the bed covers and he said,

"Joey it's ready for you to take care of it again. It's gotten
so it likes your attention."

It was his habit to use the last 30 minutes of school,
going around to all the desks and asking if anyone
needed some last minute help with their schoolwork.
My desk was in the back of the room.  He stood behind
my desk and moved close enough that I felt his body
pressing against my head.  I leaned back and despite
his pants and long underwear I could feel it. He pressed
against me even harder and said "You've got the idea,
you'll be fine."

It was almost like a secret code but I knew what he
meant and knew that I'd be taking care of it as soon as
we got into the house.

I'd read the secret code right.  He was hotter than a
firecracker the minute we walked in the door.  I no
sooner than lit his fuse than he exploded.

He said he really needed it.

During the week, Terry received a note from my mom
saying she'd be another week.  My grandmother had
died Friday and was buried Monday. Her dad wanted
her to sort through things in the house, set aside things
she'd like to have and he'd pack and mail them later.
Then if he was tired of me, she was sure Mrs. Robinson,
the neighbor in back of us, would take me for a week.

Terry laughed at that idea.  We were more than friends
by this time.  Saturday he pulled some long metal things
out from under the bed and told me they were called
wire molds and were for running electrical wires in on
the surface of walls and ceilings.  He'd gotten them from
the Sears Roebuck's Catalogue   but wanted to make a
quick trip to Bailey to get new light fixtures for the
kitchen and living area to replace the bare bulbs.

We took the bus both ways and were back by noon.  On
the bus coming back, it was my turn to really need it.
It wasn't crowded and most of the passengers sat near
the front.  We sat in the rear seat and he unbuttoned first
my pants and then his.  By the time the bus reached
Colton I was so hot and bothered from playing with his
dick that I could hardly wait to get back to his house.

I helped him by handing him stuff, saving him from going
up and down the ladder all the time.  By 5 PM he had
the fixtures and wire mold installed along with a table
high outlet in the kitchen and two in the living room that
were about a foot above the floor.  Then he ran over to
the school because he said he had a box stored over
there.  It was a lampshade and he had the floor lamp for
the shade stowed under the bed. When he turned on the
lamp the room was transformed from the cold room it
had been with a bare bulb fixture in the middle of the
ceiling to a warm glow from a floor lamp with a shade.  It
was much cozier looking.  He said the second outlet in
the living room was for a radio, when he got enough
money saved to buy one.

After dinner there was a knock on the door and Terry
invited another young man in, introducing him as a
teacher in the high school at Colton.   His name was
Drew Carlton.  The three of us sat at the kitchen table
and Terry made coffee.  Then Drew took a pint, whiskey
bottle out of his jacket pocket and put it on the table.
Terry got two glasses off a shelf and they had several
drinks.  Drew was funny and told one dirty joke after
another. He left to walk back home around 10 PM.
There wasn't much left in the bottle, so he left and told
Terry to finish it off, which he did.

"Josh, it's late.  Let's skip the baths and try to get up for
church tomorrow.  He finished the bottle and, became
very talkative and started kissing me a lot.  Getting
ready for bed his big cock was already hard and sticking
out of his long underwear.  Once naked and in bed, he
said, "Joey, there is another kind of sex that two males
can have together."

I couldn't imagine what it could be, but I didn't have to
wait long to find out.

TO BE CONTINUTED