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Our New Life - Chapter 2 - by Mark Writer
I was so relieved now. Jim had explained that our new job locations were close enough for us to still live together. As I quickly dressed for school, I relished the thought of us finding a place to live, and Jim and I beginning our careers and new lives together. I was excited now.
Jim grabbed our book bags and handed me mine. "Ready, dude?" He asked as we started out the door.
"You sure look better now than when you first walked into the room," Jim commented as we got in his Mustang.
"You mean the clothes?" I said.
"No, you looked better to me without those," Jim smirked as he squeezed my thigh with a sly grin.
"Tell me about this teaching job," he said.
"Well, I will be teaching algebra and geometry at your old high school. You may not like the dress code, though, I think it requires me to wear clothes," I said with a laugh. "Mr. Parker said he would call me next week after the school board meeting and make an appointment to explain the details."
"About the dress code?" Jim laughed. "I remember Mr. Parker. He was principal when I went there. I didn't see a lot of him, but he seemed like a nice guy, for a principal. He did make us wear clothes though," Jim joked.
"I sure forgot that you graduated from Weldon, Jim. You talk about Culver whenever you mention high school. Your folks live in Culver don't they?" I asked.
"No, they moved to Springfield last year. My brother, Jack, lives up there. My aunt lives in Weldon. I lived with her my senior year." Jim looked kind of evasive as he answered.
"Why did you switch schools your senior year, Jim. You've never talked about that. That's why I forgot about you goin' to Weldon."
"My dad kicked me out when he found out I was gay! OK?" Jim snapped. "He wanted to get me away from my boyfriend, Mike. He thought Mike had made me gay, I guess. So they sent me to live with my aunt Carol."
Jim was angry and embarrassed explaining this to me. I glanced at Jim. He stared straight ahead, tears in his eyes. My heart ached for him. He had told me his folks knew he was gay, and I thought they were OK with it.
"I'm sorry, Jim," I said and rubbed his leg. "I didn't know. You said your folks know you're gay. So I thought there was no prob with them."
We had pulled into the Denny's parking lot. Jim parked the car, smiled at me, and changed subjects in his usual chipper mood saying, "How about a Grand Slam to celebrate the new job."
The restaurant wasn't too crowded when we entered. We had missed the early morning rush, so we got seated right away and ordered our Grand Slams.
We talked some about our jobs. Jim kept rubbing it in that he would have to help support the poor teacher, because his computer job paid a lot more than mine.
"We're gonna be doing pretty good, Jim," I said. "Between the two of us we'll probably make about 75 grand. That's not too bad."
"Yo, math boy! Been doin' some ciphering? Think I got a damn gold digger here," Jim laughed. "No, Mark, you're right things are lookin' up for us." Then he flashed that cute grin and said, "Say, my job starts at 45 thou. Teachers only start at 30? Maybe we need to find you a second job, dude."
"Where do you think we should look for a place to live?" I asked.
A cute young waiter served our food as he said, "Here we go fellas, two Grand Slams. Enjoy."
"Well I was thinking about that while you were getting dressed," Jim said as he stirred his coffee. "When you go to talk to Mr. Parker, why don't I go with you? I'll call aunt Carol. I'm sure she would put us up for a couple of days, and we can look around and see what we can find."
"That's a good idea, but I've never met your aunt," I responded. "She may not mind having you there, but she may not want you bringing your boyfriend along. Does she even know about us?"
"Hell, Mark, she knows I'm gay. She took me in when my folks didn't want a fag son!" Mark looked angry again. "She's the one I visit for holidays, not my folks. She accepts me for me. She says my bullheaded father should be ashamed of himself, not me." Now I could see tears in his eyes again. "She's the only one I can talk to. I've told her all about you, Mark. She's happy I found someone." A smile returned to his face, as he continued, "I'm sure she wants to meet you."
"Babe, I'd love to meet your aunt Carol. She sounds wonderful," I said as I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. "I'm truly sorry about your dad. You should have told me about this before. I love you, and I'm here for you," I said.
"Mark, I love you too, and I know you are, and I'll always be there for you. But, as far as I'm concerned, aunt Carol, cousin Neil, and of course you, Mark, are my family now. That's why I never talk about my folks. Let's not mention Mom, Dad or Jack again," he said.
"OK, love, they're forgotten. But, now you gotta tell me about this cousin Neil," I said.
"Will do. You'll like him. But let's wait till after class, OK," Jim said, as he stepped up to the register to pay for the Grand Slams.
After breakfast, we drove to campus and went to our classes. As usual my education methods class was as boring as hell. After suffering though it, I met Jim, and we headed back to our apartment.
Once in the apartment, I took a seat on the couch, and Jim put our book bags on the desk. He pulled me up from the couch and kissed me as his hand slipped under my shirt. "Now, teacher, lets celebrate your new job," he whispered in my ear and pulled my shirt over my head. "I believe we can celebrate better if we get more comfortable." In seconds our clothes were piled on the floor.
Jim gently pushed me back onto the couch. "I want to sample the new teacher," he said as he kneeled down and hungrily took my semi-hard dick in his moist mouth.
"Ahhh," I moaned as Jim's tongue played around the sensitive head of my dick.
I could feel my cock quickly stiffen as his warm mouth bobbed up and down the shaft. Then I felt unbelievable warmth envelope my dick as it slipped into Jim's throat. I reveled in the feelings created by Jim's talented mouth and throat and wanted to give him just as much pleasure.
Between moans, I managed to motion for Jim to switch into a 69 position. This put Jim's plump balls and smooth butt within my reach. I lifted my head and licked and mouthed his smooth plump balls. Jim whimpered and pushed into my face as I sucked each ball into my mouth. I then turned my attention to Jim's smooth ass.
I buried my nose between its firm ass cheeks and enjoyed the musky, manly scent. I ran my tongue up and down the crack and around the beautiful rosebud hidden there. I focused my tongue on his pucker, licking and probing, and it soon loosened allowing entry. My tongue fucked in and out of his loosening hole. I reached up and slid my middle finger into his love hole, as I continued to lick around it. Jim moaned approval, causing a pleasant vibration on my cock, while he continued his expert sucking.
Suddenly Jim pulled off my stiff cock, flipped onto his back, and said, "Fuck me, teach, please!" as he raised his legs to his chest. "I want to feel you inside me."
I quickly obliged. I positioned the head of my cock at his pucker and slowly slid into his tight love tunnel.
"Mmmmmm!! Jim, I love it," I moaned as his ass grasped my erect shaft like a hot moist glove, and I began slow, long thrusts in and out of his love tunnel.
"Oh fuck! Yeah!" He shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, teacher!"
I thrust faster, ramming my dick in harder each time.
"Oh Damn, Mark, that feels so good!" he shouted. "Fuck the shit out of me, teach. Pound me hard!"
I continued to bang his hips as hard as I could, pulling my cock out to the head then slamming back. Jim moaned loudly, as my cock slid over his sensitive prostate with each thrust. His hand vigorously stoked his hard rod, as I continued to pump in and out of his warm love hole.
As his pleasure mounted, Jim yelled, "God, teach, I'm gonna shoot! Oh yeah!"
Almost immediately, white streams of cum erupted from his pulsing dick, landing on his chin, chest and abdomen.
Jim screamed, "Oh, dude, keep going! Damn this feels awesome! Fill me, teach! Fill me with your hot teacher cum!"
Jim's muscles clenched and pulsed around my cock as he erupted, and I felt my own orgasm building inside me. I thrust deep into him, and I felt my balls tighten and my dick swell and twitch as it began to erupt. My entire body tingled with pleasure as my seed gushed deep into Jim.
"Ohhhh! Yesss! Mmmmmmm," I moaned and collapsed onto Jim's chest. When recovered from my climax, I licked his cum covered chin and kissed him passionately. "I love you so much, Jim," I whispered.
Jim returned my kiss and replied, "I love you too, Mark."
Then with a cute grin Jim said, "That was some awesome sex, teacher dude!"
Jim and I silently cuddled on the couch for a few minutes as we recovered from our orgasmic highs. Then Jim reached for the phone.
"What kind of pizza you want, Mark?" He asked.
"Pizza?" I asked. "I don't care. Whatever's fine with me."
"Hey, dude, we gotta have some food for our Mark got his first teacher job party. You like thick crust and pepperoni, don't you? I'll call Domino's. They have that cute blond delivery boy that always turns you on," Jim said looking up the number in the phone book.
"Cool, you can have the pizza. I'll take the delivery boy," I responded.
"You wish," Jim joked. "It's your party, boyfriend, but we're partners. Remember? We'll share them both," he said with a smile. Then added, "Go get us a couple of beers. We need something to drink, too."
"Hey! You trying to get me drunk and horny?"
"Horny teachers are more fun a little drunk," Jim said with a smile and wink.
As I came from the kitchen with the beers I said, "I love you, Jim. You know you don't have to go to all this trouble to have your way with me."
"I know, and I love you. But it's fun, isn't it?" Jim replied. "You don't get your first job everyday."
He continued in a sexy voice, "I had never done it with a teacher before. You should be a sex ed. teacher, dude. That was awesome!"
I hugged Jim and said, "God, I feel so lucky to have you and so relieved we won't be separated by our jobs. The beginning of our lives together is what we should be celebrating."
"Mark we've lived our lives together since we first met, and I wasn't about to let jobs separate us. We'd have found a way to stay together."
I realized we were still nude and said, "Maybe we should put something on before the pizza gets here," as I picked up my boxers.
"Ok, but just our boxers. You know that kid likes it when we flirt with him," Jim plotted. "Let's play it up when he gets here, and see his reaction. It'll be a blast."
As we sat in our boxers, nursing our beers and waiting for the pizza boy, I said, "Say, you were gonna tell me about your cousin Neil. I never heard of him before."
"Yes you have. You just have a bad memory or thought I was talking about my brother," Jim said. "You'll like him. Neil's a sixteen-year-old, blond Adonis. He's an honor student, a baseball pitcher, and he's gay."
"Wow, some description," I said. "You said he's gay? How did your aunt take that?"
"She's as cool with Neil as she is with me. Like I said, she accepts people as they are. Her only concern was Neil might get picked on at school, but I don't think that's happened. She told me about Neil when I went home during spring break last year. She said when she was trying to get him to go to the Valentine dance he told her he was gay and not interested in girls. She asked me if I would talk with him about being gay."
"Did you talk to him? That would be rough to do," I said.
Jim sighed and said, "Yeah, we talked a lot. He asked a lot of questions about you, Mark. How I met you and got you to fall in love with me. He didn't have a boyfriend and really wanted one. He asked a lot of questions about kissing and sex too. It was awkward and embarrassing as hell for me at first, but we both got more comfortable pretty quick. I think he decided he can trust me."
"Wow! Sounds like he found a big brother. And, how'd you tell him you got me to fall in love with you?"
"I said once you saw my big dick you were all mine," Jim laughed. "No, I told him as we got to know each other, we just fell in love. I said he would find someone like you some day. Someone he cared about and wanted to be with all the time and had the same feelings for him."
The doorbell rang. "Pizza boy's here," Jim said as he stood and tugged his boxers until his tan line and a fringe of blond pubic hair showed above the waistband. "Let's see his reaction."
Jim went to the door, and when he pulled it open, there stood the pizza delivery GIRL. Jim jumped behind the door, and I jumped up and ran into our bedroom.
"S-s-orry," shocked and red-faced Jim stammered. "Excuse me a sec." He shut the door and quickly stepped into his shorts.
Jim reopened the door stammering apologies, "I don't usually answer the door dressed that way. You're not who I expected." Still blushing, he took the pizza and handed her a twenty saying, "Keep the change."
"Thanks!" The cute red head said as she scribbled something on the pizza box. "I didn't see anything to apologize for." She winked and whispered, "I get off work at six," and left.
Jim closed the door and yelled, "Mark! It's safe now! You can come back! Pizza's here!"
I came into the room and laughed, "You promised me the cute blond. That was a red head, dude."
Jim handed the pizza box to me smirking, "Yeah, well look, I guess I got a reaction from the red head. She left her name and number."
"No, she probably meant that for me, but you can have it. I prefer blonds with different equipment."
"Shut up and let's eat our pizza," Jim said.
We sat on the couch and stuffed our faces with pizza and beer. I kidded Jim about blushing and slamming the door in the girls face. Jim changed the subject and we began talking about looking for a place to live.
Jim asked, "When you think you'll hear from Mr. Parker?"
"Next week I guess. He said the board meeting was then."
"I'll call aunt Carol and see about us staying there for a couple of days as soon as you hear," Jim said.
"Speaking of your aunt, you were telling me about Neil. Just what kind of tips did you give him about kissing and sex? Maybe I could use some pointers."
"You should be givin' the tips," Jim laughed. "Like I told you, after that awesome suck and fuck a while ago, you should teach sex ed.,"
"Jim, really, what kind of stuff did Neil ask," I quizzed.
Jim leaned back, blushed a little and said, "Well, I told you he wanted to know about us. Do we French kiss? What kind of sex we have. How we do it. Do we swallow? Whose top and whose bottom? Personal stuff like that."
"Whoa! Nosey little gay boy," I laughed. "Did you tell him to stay out of our business?"
"I was about to. But we've both been there, and he was trying to find out what being gay and in love was all about. I said yes, most gays kiss just like straights do. I even told him we both swallow, but not everybody does. I told him we enjoy anal, and we both like to be top or bottom sometimes. I said some gays prefer one or the other, and some don't like anal sex at all. I said he would discover what things he likes as he explored them. I told him the important thing is to not let anyone force him to do things he doesn't want to do, and he should never force anyone either."
"Damn, Jim," I said. "I'm impressed, babe! You did good. You said he didn't have a boyfriend. Did he say if he had done anything with other guys?"
"Oh, yeah," Jim said. "He talked like he gave head to a lot of his friends, and a few returned the favor. I think aunt Carol suspected that, and that's why she asked me to talk with him. He was probably doing some teenage bragging, but I told him to be safe and to use condoms. He said he planned to always play safe."
"Jim, I gotta ask," I said and punched his shoulder. "Did he try to get you to have sex?"
"Promise you won't get mad, Mark, and keep this between you and me. Don't even say anything to Neil about it when you see him. Yeah, we did. The last night I was there, Easter night."
I said, "OK, Jim, I'm only a little surprised and not mad. I wouldn't say anything. You know that. I don't even know Mark, but from what you've told me I feel like I do and sure wouldn't want to embarrass or hurt him. How'd he seduce you anyway?"
"OK," Jim sighed, "guess I got to tell the whole story now."
"I was asleep in the guest room, dreaming about one of your fantastic blowjobs. I got this wet feeling on my crotch and woke up. Thought I'd had a damn wet dream. Then I looked down and saw a head on my dick and knew it was no dream. I knew it was Neil. I grabbed his head and said, `What the hell, Neil?'
"He whispered, `Just enjoy. My way of thanking you for being so nice to me.'
"Well I was all horned up, and I wasn't forcin' him to do it. So, I let him finish. Neil knew what he was doin' too. He could use his tongue and deep throat almost as good as you, Mark, and he kept me on the edge. He would stop suckin' just as I was about to blow and work on my balls. When I did cum, he took every drop. I could tell the kid had done this before a lot. Maybe he wasn't braggin'.
"After we kissed and he lay on the bed beside me. I said, `Neil, remember what I said about not forcing people. Don't you think you should have ask me before you started doin' that?'
"`Yeah, but you probably wouldn't have let me,' He grinned. 'You liked it didn't you?'"
"I'm sorry, Mark, Jim said. "I should have told you all this before."
"Well, Jim, did you like it?" I asked. "Was Neil better than me?"
"Yes, I liked it," Jim laughed. "He's ALMOST as good as you!"
Jim kissed me and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised, Mark. I'll bet Neil tries the same thing with you when we're there."
"Did you return the favor, Jim, and suck him, or were you just a user?" I asked with a grin.
"Of course, you know I always return favors."
"Then I will too," I said. "We can let Neil decide who gives the best head."
To be continued.
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