Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 22:48:41 EST
From: Tavaritch1@aol.com
Subject: My First Year Cumming out, Chapter 11

My First Year Cumming Out
copyrighted BY Richard Landis

                                Chapter 11

          For the next week I spent a lot of time over at Bret's.
We had still not heard from Johnny, and the police were looking
for him as a runaway. The police were also looking for the thief
who broke into the guy's house and stole $25,000 worth of
jewelry, silver, paintings and other things. Plus $3,000 in cash,
that he just had laying around the house. This guy was really
going to make out on the insurance company. Bret was still friend
with the him and one evening while I was over at his house he got
a call from the guy, asking if Bret could set him up with another
young guy. Bret told him he would check and call him back. He ask
me if I wanted to have sex with this guy and make some extra
money. He told me that he would take me over there and wait
outside for me. He also told me that I did not have to do
anything that I did not want to do. I was not interested in the
money but what the hell, I told Bret to set it up. I guess I was
bored and looking for something new to do, and this was as good
as anything else. When Bret dropped me off I told him that I
would call him when I was finished and he could come and pick me
up. I figured there was no reason for him to wait outside for me.
The guy was in his late forties, he was bald and had a pot belly.
When I got there he didn't want to talk he just wanted to get it
on with me. He was a slob and when we were finished I felt dirty.
All he did to me was to suck my cock, I did nothing to him. I was
there a matter of one hour and I called Bret to pick me up. As I
left the house he gave me a fifty dollar bill with the comment he
hoped I would come back again. As the door shut behind me I
thought to myself, not on your life will I come back here. I
could see why Johnny had ripped him off, he deserved it. The rest
of the week was uneventful, and on sunday my dad took me back to
school.
          On the ride back dad and I were talking, this was
unusual as he and I had nothing in common. He had ask me if I
liked the school. I ask him what was there to like, I was away
from home and my friends, what more was there for me. I had no
intention of letting him know about all the friend and all the
fun I had had at school so far. We had been driving for about an
hour, when father ask me if I had met Joe. "Joe who?" I ask. Joe
Harding one of the teachers there. I told him that Joe was one of
my teachers. Dad said that Joe had been one of his teachers also.
I knew for a fact that Joe could not have been one of father's
teachers when he went to Fort Sutton. Joe and dad are about the
same age, thirty eight. "Father", I said, " Joe and you are about
the same age, how could he have been a teacher at Fort Sutton
when you attended the school." Dad told me that Joe was not a
teacher at Fort Sutton when he went there, he was a student. And
during the four years he was there he learned a lot from Joseph
Harding, and was a better man for the education he had at his
hands. He finished that statement and went on to another subject
of discussion, leaving me to wonder just what Joe had taught my
father. Was it the same thing he had taught my father's son, I
wonder if Joe and my father ever had sex with one another. Was it
true that being a homo runs in the family. I had never before
thought about doing anything sexual with my father, but now as I
thought about it I got a raging hardon. The boner was sticking
straight up in my pants, and the head was rubbing against the
fabric of my underpants. The more I thought about my father
having sex with another man the harder I got. Before I could ask
my dad to stop at the next gas station I had shot off in my
pants. There was a wet spot spreading across the front of my
pants. I took my coat off of the back of the seat and laid it
across my lap. Having shot I figured my cock would go down.
WRONG!!!!! The longer I sat there the more I thought about my
father and Joe and my cock remained rock hard. It didn't soften
one bit, and it was becoming painful.
          We rode on for another hour, me with this rock hard
cock and the front of my pants wet and slippery. We finally
arrived back at school. As I turned to get out of the car, I told
my father that he did not have to come in with me. I knew it was
a long ride back home and he could just drop me off if he wanted
to. I did not want him to see the front of my pants, he would
have asked questions. He told me he would pick me up in three
weeks for the Christmas vacation, and as he drove off I stood
there watching him. My cock had finally gone down, I guess due to
the fact that my cock and nut were freezing in the cold weather,
and being wet. I went into the dorm, hoping no one would see me.
No such luck. As I entered my room there was Cliff and Kelly
doing some studying. I was surprised to see Kelly there with
Cliff, but paid it no mind because there were both in the same
class. I went to the dresser and got out some clean underwear,
then to the closet for some fresh pants. I then headed for the
door and to the shower. As I stopped by the bed to pick up a
towel, Kelly looked up at me from his sitting position on the
floor, leaning against my bed. "You piss your pants or something,
Phil?" was his comment to me. As I stepped over him heading for
the door he reached up and grabbed my crotch. He must have known
I came in my pant because of his next question. "See some hot
body while you were coming back to school? She must have been
real hot to make you pop off in your shorts" Having said that he
winked at Cliff and ask if he could be of any assistance to me. I
glared back at him, "I can certainly take a shower by myself if
you don't mind. Unless you want to shower me yourself with your
tongue."
          As I proceeded on towards the door. I wasn't quit ready
for Kelly's next remark. "Sounds good to me," he said. "You just
name the time and the place and we will get it done." That remark
stopped me in my tracks, and I slowly turned to face them both.
"What about right now in the shower with me?" I said. He looked
over at Cliff and then back at me and standing up he asked if we
had an extra towel for him to use. Cliff threw him a towel from
the foot of his bed and then Kelly pushed me towards the door. We
proceeded towards the showers, Kelly ask if there was any chance
that someone else would be there. I told him that we were the
only students on this floor, so the shower was only used by Cliff
and myself. Upon entering the shower room, Kelly stripped out of
his cloths and was standing there waiting for me. I dropped my
pants and underwear to the floor and took off my shirt and laid
it on the bench. There we both stood buck ass naked, and we both
had hardons. Kelly as I said before was 17 years old, well built.
His hair was jet black and his eyes were gray green. As I looked
down his body there was a fair amount of hair on his chest and a
well covered pubic area. The hair on his chest, crotch and
running down his belly from his belly button, was jet black as
the hair on his head. The hair in his crotch was straight, most
everyone has curly hair there. His cock was standing straight out
from the forest of hair. He was hard. His body was solidly built
and his cock was just as solid. It looked to be about 10 inches
long and as big around as me wrist. The head was the shape of a
large mushroom, and was crimson in color. The shaft of his dick
flared out from the head as it got closer to his nuts. Nuts were
not the word for the things that hung from him. They were more
the size of a naval orange and just as round. They hung between
his legs nearly down to his knees. There he stood, a six foot
tall tower of manly sex.
          I had finished taking inventory when he broke the
silence. "Don't you think we had better get into the shower
before I rape you right here." I headed for the showers and
turned on the water to get it warm. As the water got warm I let
it run down the front of me. I wanted to wash off the old cum in
my crotch. Kelly slid up behind me and began to massage my
shoulders. I could feel the head of his cock laying along the
crack of my ass as he rubbed me. He was sliding his cock up and
down my crack and his hand were now massaging my chest and were
working their way down the front of me. He had pulled me closer
to him so he could reach down towards my cock. I felt the tip of
his fingers brush against the head of my cock, and it
involuntarily sprang up towards his hand. He grasped it in his
fist and slowly began to stroke me up and down. I put my hand on
top of his and stopped his motion. He whispered in my ear
something to the fact wasn't he doing it right. I spoke out and
told him that he had offered to bathe me with his tongue and that
is all I expect he to do. I had said that quite harshly, and
regretted saying it the moment I did. He turned me around and
then got on his knees in front of me. With his tongue he lapped
my cock and nuts and then took the shaft into his mouth. With an
instant reaction I shoved the full shaft into his mouth. I felt
him gag and then my cock was in his throat and buried to the
hilt. I withdrew it from him and again shoved it home. It only
took three or four strokes before I unloaded down his gullet.
When I finished my cumming I pulled my cock from his lips and
stepped back. I looked down at him, he was beating his meat very
fast and suddenly he was shooting his load at my feet.
          We finished our showers and returned to the room. Cliff
was not there and I dropped down on my bed. Kelly dropped back
down onto the floor and returned to his books. He was very quite
and I was the first to speak. I ask him if there was something
wrong. He told me that he had hoped that more would have happened
in the shower. I apologized to him but told him I was rather
tired and assured him that there would be other times with him.
He told me that I was only the third guy that he had sex with.
Cliff was the first, Joe Harding was the second and I was the
third. Boy, Joe really gets around. I told Kelly that if he
wanted he could spent the night with us here, I was sure that he
would get lots of action. I told him that I got real horny in the
middle of the night. As I said this Cliff and Marty walked
through the door. "He not only gets horny in the middle of the
night, he's horny all the time. He's always sucking, fucking or
get sucked or fucked." Was the reply from Marty. I guess I
blushed because Cliff made the crack about the pretty color of
red. Marty was right, I usually was horny all the time but right
now I didn't feel sexual. I had unloaded my load into Kelly only
because my cock was in his mouth. And I thought it was the thing
to do. I had not been feeling too sexual ever since Johnny
disappeared a week ago. I miss him and was hurt that he did what
he did and left me behind, not that I would have gone with him
mind you. We all settled down into studying as we were going to
have mid terms next week.
          There was no school tomorrow or Tuesday so we could all
study. The teachers were all in their offices in case a student
needed extra help with his subject. After spending a restless but
fulfilling night, having three guys to do whatever I wanted them
to do. The next morning dawned clear, cold and bright, a typical
late fall day in Kansas. I needed to have some help with some
things and I headed for Joe Harding's office. The things I needed
help with had nothing to do with school work. I wanted to know
what he had taught my father twenty years earlier. I had an idea
but wanted to know for sure. When I got to Joe's office he was
there alone, he had an appointment with a student at eleven
thirty, which was still two hours away. He ask me what he could
help me with as I entered the door. I told him that I was set
with school work but wanted to ask him about his years here at
Fort Sutton as a student. I ask him if we could talk here or did
he want to go somewhere else. He said that there was no one
scheduled for him to see and we could talk here in the office. To
make sure we were not disturbed he crossed the room and locked
both the outer and inner door. That way no one could enter the
outer office and they would think that Joe was not there.
          "Now just what do you want to know about my school
years here at Fort Sutton?" I started off relating the
conversation my father and I had on the ride back to school
yesterday. I could see Joe trying to figure out exactly what I
was talking about. I told him that my father had told me that he
had been his teacher when he came here to school. Suddenly Joe's
eyes got real big, "Cummings", he said. "Are you the son or
Delbert Cummings?" "Yes", was my reply. "I don't think I should
tell you anything about your father, he might get upset at me",
was his reply. "I am sure my father would not have said anything
to me if he did not wanted me to know. And if he knew you in the
way I think he did, than he was sure I knew you that way also.
And he was sure I would ask you about it. He told me just enough
to let me know he wanted me to ask you, and here I am. So what
did you teach my father all those years ago." I guess I had
backed Joe into a corner and he was going to tell me or else. Or
else what I was not sure. He looked at me strangely and then he
opened his mouth to speak. "I don't think that this is the time
or the place to discuss this", he said, "why don't you come over
to the house around six o'clock. We will have dinner and talk."
"That sounds like a good idea," I said, "but I will be here at
four when you get off work. Then we can both go to your house,
and you are going to tell me everything. And I have other things
to discuss with you too, so be here." I was surprised to hear
myself being so forceful, and I am sure it was a new experience
for Joe too. As I left the office I blew him a kiss and was off.
          When I got back to the dorm, I found a note on my bed
from Cliff saying that I had a phone call in the office from a J.
Williams. J. Williams, who the hell is J. Williams, was my
thoughts. All of a sudden it was clear to me, J. Williams, was
Johnny. There was no notation where the call had come from or a
telephone number to return the call. I was sitting on the bed
reading and rereading the note when a light knock came on the
door. I rose, crossed the room and opened the door. There stood
Johnny all smiles. I ask him in and he gave me a peck on the
cheek as he passed me. He walked over and sat on the chair facing
the bed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Was the first words
out of my mouth. "How do you like that, no hello how are you,
just what the hell are you doing here!", was his reply. I
apologized to him for that remark but I still wanted to know
everything. He told me about the guy and the fact that he was
flaunting everything at Johnny. He was bragging about all his
money and everything he had. Johnny saw a chance to get some
money and leave town. Johnny told me that he had taken a couple
of rings, two watches, some cuff links and about seven hundred
dollars in twenties. He thought it was more and was now sorry he
did it and could not return home. I told him that his mother had
reported him as a runaway, and that the guy never mentioned him
at all to the police. I also told him that the guy was ripping
the insurance company off for about $28,000. I also told him that
he had told Bret that Johnny had taken about $14,000 in jewelry
and $1700.00 in cash, all twenties. He was not surprised at this
as the guy seemed the type to do this. Johnny assured me that he
had told me everything that he had taken, that it probably
amounted to $1500 to $2000, but no more.