Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 14:37:53 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: YET ANOTHER TEACHER - PART 3

While Drew was pulling up his pants he asked me if I
wanted to do it again next Saturday.  I told him I'd see.
He asked if I didn't like it.  I told him no, I enjoyed it very
much but it was a chance encounter, I might not be able
to make it next Saturday and if I could, I knew where his
house was and I'd come by.

The truth of the matter was that I both needed it and
liked it while I was doing it, but immediately afterwards I
felt dirty, as if it had been wrong.  I felt like I'd cheated
on Terry and I knew that I wouldn't do it again.

When I got home and put the two items I'd bought at the
grocery, along with my mom's change, on the kitchen
table, I saw the two letters I'd put in the bag along with
the groceries.  If I'd read the addresses I'd never have
gone home with Drew in the first place.

Both the letters were from Terry – one was to my mom
and one was to me.  In my letter he explained that the
school board wanted him to come back for the month of
July or August to paint the inside and  clean and varnish
the floors.  He knew they were in kind of a bind, so the
board agreed to buy enough paint so he could paint the
interior of his house, too, which needed it and was
owned by the school board.  He'd also negotiated with
them to pay me, too, while I helped him at the school.

He continued that the letter to my mom was much the
same except he wanted to write me so he could tell me
how much he missed me and how much he loved me
plus he'd written the board back telling them he'd come
in July because it would break the summer up for both of
us.  Then he told me what bus he'd be arriving on in
Colton and asked me to meet him.

When he got off the bus and before he even picked up
his luggage, he put his hands under my armpits and
swung me around in a circle.  On the way home he had
his hand on my shoulder all the way.

"Well, Joey, which do you want to see first – me or my
dick?"

"You of course, but now that I've already seen you, that
leaves your dick."

"Hey, you're right, and I want to see yours, too.  Is it
already hard?  Mine sure is.  I guess they've missed
each other just as much as we have."

Terry no sooner unlocked the door and we entered than
he began undressing me before raising the blinds,
turning on the water or the lights or anything else. He
decided the only thing that would bring us mutual
satisfaction at the same time would be 69 so we flopped
on the bed and began sucking each other's cock.  He
climaxed first, which made me happy, as it seemed to
mean, in my mind, that he really had missed me.

When my mom got home we both crossed the street to
my house and he gave my mom a present that brought
her to tears – an electric iron which meant after you'd
heated up the stove for hot water to do the laundry you
were done with it; keeping it hot to heat the irons was
now a thing of the past during the summer heat.  Irons
and coffee percolators were the first two electric kitchen
appliances that I remember. They were followed, over
the years, by fans, waffle irons and refrigerators but
maybe not in that order. You still had to fire up the stove
to cook during the summer, unless you contented
yourself with cold food.  If a hot meal was served, it was
generally eaten on the front porch where it was cooler.
For bath water you used the stove just long enough to
heat a couple of large teakettles to boiling, which you
then poured into the already drawn water in the bathtub.

Before Terry had left home he'd purchased some old
dress shirts and pants to be cut off, from the Salvation
Army for us to use as work clothes.  As already
mentioned, men wore what is now boxers and open arm
undershirts.  Boys generally wore one piece, lightweight
underwear known as BVD's because of their
manufacturer.  Most of the time we just wore the cut-off
pants and nothing above the waist.

The ceiling of the school was wood boards, so Terry just
scrubbed it clean of the smoke from the stove, along
with the light fixtures, while I scrubbed the combination
chairs and desks fastened into rows on 2" x 4"s.  While
he kalsomined the walls, I scrubbed the floors getting
them ready for him to varnish.  We finished by dusting
the window blinds, washing the windows and painting
the exterior side of the entry doors to keep them from
deteriorating. Of course, and despite our paint and dirt
covered bodies, we took long lunch hours and had sex –
most of the times it got really hot – the sex that is.  Last,
we dismantled the stovepipe, took it outside and
cleaned the soot out of it.

After the first week of working on the school, Terry
asked if I could stay over Friday night and Saturday as
I'd done when school was in session.  My mom really
surprised us when she replied, Just keep him all week
and both of you come over here for supper.  He's back
to his normal self since you came back.  He moped
around with no energy, no smile on his face, all through
June.  I think he needs a break from me and I need one
from him, too.  Just return him in a good mood.

My mood improved right away, as soon as we got into
the bath together.  With no school, Terry didn't shave
everyday, which gave us more bath time to concentrate
on more important things – things like each other's
erections.  I knew that if I lived to be 101 years old, this
July would be the happiest month I'd ever have.

That night after bathing and then eating supper at my
house, we went to bed early, both tired from working,
stretching, kneeling, climbing ladders and from just the
heat. Almost too tired for sex.

"Joey, we're both tired, we both want to do something,
but lets just do like we normally do.  I'll throw an arm and
my leg over you, nuzzle my head up to your neck and
we'll both go to sleep.  Because I know you, you'll wake
up and start playing with my cock.  You'll finally wake
me up and I'll have a mammoth erection.  I'll tell you to
suck it.  You will and you'll get it all covered with your
saliva.  I'll stick it up your boy twat and fuck you like
you've never been fucked before and I'll give you my
love juice and you'll shoot yours all over my chest and
stomach."

It was a pretty accurate prediction of what was to take
place except I got off twice and we spent another thirty
minutes, at least, with his telling me how much he loved
me, how he hoped I didn't get tired of his telling me that
he loved me.  He had tears streaming down my cheeks
but, somehow, I managed not to cry aloud. I never slept
more soundly than I did that night after we both got back
to sleep.

When we finished the school and went on to his house,
the work to be done and the routine of doing it was
much the same, except I also washed and ironed the
curtains.

The whole month passed without us seeing Drew; guess
he was busy, too.

Finally, July came to an end and our last conversation
on our last night in bed centered on the next school year
and the year after that when he'd be a teacher and I'd
be a student in Colton's high school.

By the time I graduated from high school, I'd be
seventeen and Terry would be twenty-seven.  We were
both certain that we'd still love one another.  Beyond
that we only had hopes.

Wish us luck!