Part 2 -- Advice From a Friend

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I was having coffee with my best friend and mentor at the school, also openly gay, but has a partner. Dan knew about my challenges with flirty students. I needed advice. I asked him, "Have you ever done a student?"

"Here? At this school? No way."

"But before?"

"Yes, there were two situations when I taught at the 2-year school, before here. It is very embarrassing."

"Tell me about it." I knew that Dan would share if it might help me.

Dan paused, and then, said "OK. This was right before Richard. In between Richard and a steady flow of boyfriends and tricks, I somehow was in a sex dry spell. I couldn't find anyone to fuck. I was so horny. There were students in my classes that I knew I could bed down, but I knew that was a bad idea. Just like you I had boys who would be outrageous with me, still do.

"This just made it worse. I would look at the back of the magazines you used to get in the gay bars. They don't have them anymore."

"I would look at their pictures, and read the clever ways they signaled that a massage was more than a massage. And that was enough to get me hard or get me off. But one time I was hanging out at that bar off of Amsterdam Avenue, you now, the Candle Bar.

"Yeah, I remember that place. I liked it."

"So, I was sitting at the bar, drinking a cocktail--back then I was drinking cosmos--and reading one of those magazines.

"I got to the back and started looking at the ads for the massage boys and escorts. I was startled when I saw a picture of a boy--yeah, back then, I thought of them as "boys"--it was sexier that way. I thought it could be this boy in one of my classes. It could have been. The student I had in mind was not a standout when it came to acting, but he sure stood out in the looks department. He was tall--like 6'2" or something.

"Maybe it wasn't him. In any event, even if it wasn't him, just to be with a boy who looked like him, to fantasize it was him, was enough for me. This was one of the boys who flirted with me, like so many of them do. He was pretty and handsome at the same time. He could be all Nelly-like or deep-throated and masculine. I remember he wore this sweater with a low collar that showed of the cleavage between his tits. When he bent over on my desk, you could see his nipples, erect and pretty. He was like your Jacob, maybe not as elaborate.

"He would contrive reasons to talk to me after class and he'd rub the front of him on my desk, looking like he was stroking it. It was hard for me not to look at his crotch. And it was pretty easy to see that his dick was getting hard. And obvious that I had a hard on, but luckily was behind my desk.

"I got on my phone and looked him up on the website in his ad. There were 6 pictures of him, none in the nude, but wearing bikinis and boxer briefs that showed a hardon. Only two showed a frontal of his face and they were pictures with lousy resolution, purposely. So I couldn't tell if it was really him. I checked in my wallet to see what kind of cash I had. Not enough. But there was a money machine in the bar.

"I told the bartender that I'd be right back. `You're fine. I'm not taking your drink, Mr. Teacher.'"

"I went outside without my coat and it was fucking freezing. I dialed the number on the ad and a message came on. In hushed tones, he said, I wish I could take your call but I am otherwise occupied. Leave a message to me and I'll get back to you real soon. I promise.' I remember it was strange how he worded his message. Otherwise occupied?'

"I left my name, well, a fake name, and my number. I was onto my next cosmo at the bar when the phone rang. Just a phone number. No name. I picked up. He told me that I had called him 20 minutes before. `What can I do for you.'

"Oh, man, I could really use a massage."

"I'm your man," he said. "When are you interested in having my hands rub your body?"

"Tonight, actually, if you could."

"I am really hurting for it, hunh."

"Yeah, I know how you feel."

"I can tell, baby. Well, I had a cancellation, the bitch, so I can take care of you at 10. Is that too late?"

"That would be fine."

"I have to come to your place. I don't have my own place."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "Or a girlfriend?"

"No, neither, I live at home with my family. So, we have to go to a hotel or your place."

"That would be fine, too. My place would be OK, as long as you're not an axe murder. How much do you charge."

"Do I really sound like I could hurt someone with an axe? For a massage, $120 for an hour. First timers I do $150 for 90 minutes."

"OK. Tell me this? Are we nude during the massage?" I asked cautiously anxiously.

"No worries. Don't be nervous. Good question. You could do whatever makes you comfortable. Me, I like to be in the nude. Easier for me to access what I have to access to make you feel good. I told him my address and asked him to call me when he was downstairs.

I told Dan, "Ok, so now you are making me get a hardon."

"Chill, buddy."

"A little after ten, he called me back and said he was outside. He apologized for being late. I told him no worries,' and buzzed him up. I looked at myself in the mirror and went to the door. I breathed in and out a few times, and I opened the door. It was him. The boy in my class. We said words of astonishment in unison. You know, OMIGOD.' He kinda pushed himself in, before I had a chance to tell him I'd better pass on the massage.

"So what do we do?" I asked.

He looked down at my crotch and saw that I was hard. "Well, I'm not going to tell anyone if you won't."

"I dunno. It's against the rules of the school to sleep with a student."

"We're not sleeping with each other." He held up his soft hands. "I'm giving you a massage. You can use the massage, apparently, and I could use the money. I'll give you a `heh, you're-my- teacher' discount. $100 for an hour."

"I didn't take advantage of the teacher discount."

"What did he look like?"

"He was magnificent. He undressed slowly. He was kinda small maybe 5'6". He had the perfect V from broad shoulders to a slight waist leading to his cock. He was a dirty blonde, I think for real. His hair was longish, thick and wavy. He voice was throaty and sexy. Maybe he was going for Marilyn Monroe.

"His cock was about 6 ? inches but fit well with the rest of his body. After working on my back while standing, he got on the bed and pushed my legs apart so he could occupy that space. I still had a towel over my ass. He positioned his cock in my crack and moved up and down as he was massaging my scalp. He was only half hard when he started but became fully aroused quickly. My dick was so hard under him that it hurt. He pulled back and went really hard on my thighs and legs. `It's time to turn over, sir.'

"I turned around and my cock popped up as he started with my shoulders and moved down, fingering my nipples and got back on the bed and aimed his ass at my face. He stayed there doing my thighs again. He moved his hands right around my cock but didn't touch it. He threw the towel on the floor.

"I asked him if I could touch myself. He became bossy and told me no.' He said, If you have to touch anything, here's something.' He turned around and lowered has ass to touch my face and I rimmed him. His hole was juicy red. `How many times have you been fucked today,' I asked him.

"'None. Zero. I was saving myself for you. Why do you ask? Because your cunt is so red and . . . juicy.' He said, That's just the way it is. You called it right when you called it a cunt.' I pulled my hands from under him and tried to jerk off, but he pulled my hands away. He jumped off of me and squeezed my balls. And then he licked them and pulled them into his mouth one at a time. Then, he stroked my dick and started to suck me. He was very good. I fantasized about fucking him but I couldn't wait anymore and shot my wad into his mouth, about 8 spurts and he took it all. He got on his knees around my face and took my arm and hand to play with his ass. He stroked himself and came all over my face.

"He moved and leaned over to lick some of his cum off my face, and he kissed me pushing some of his cum into my mouth."

"That was it. I took him to the bathroom so he could take a shower."

"Did you get in with him?"

"No, but I sat on the toilet seat and watched him shower. He made a big show of soaping his fingers and fucking his cunt with his fingers. I heard him moaning. He opened the shower curtain. He said, `You came too soon. I really wanted you to fuck me."

"I told him, `I really wanted you to really want me to fuck you.'"

"I dressed quickly and went home. In school we rarely spoke, much less than before."

"So, what was the second time."

"Same guy. He was walking by my classroom when I was walking out. I signaled him to come into the room. I subtly locked the door. What's up, teach?' I pushed him into the blackboard and opened his pants and pushed them down. He was wearing the same kind of bikini underwear. I got on my knees and licked his beautiful hole. And I got up and fucked him while I jacked him off. It was all from the back. My blackboard was very messy. He came with five shots against the blackboard. I pulled up my pants and gave him a few pieces of Kleenex from my desk so he could clean himself off as I tried to wipe the blackboard. He got on his knees and gave me an extraordinary blow job. When I was cumming he swallowed some of it and then I aimed at the blackboard. I said, That poor blackboard.'

"I sat down and simply said, `Oh, man.'

"What made you do that?" he asked pleasantly.

"Spur of the moment, very bad thing. Very good thing. There's a blonde man in my last class who I crave and when I saw you, my cock took over my body."

"Well, thanks, teach. That was fun."

"'It was.' I reached into my pocket to get my wallet. When he saw, he told me to put it away. `I needed that as much as you did. I've been horny all day."

"But that was the last time I ever did it with a student. I was too scared to put myself at risk again, especially when I came here."

I shook my head and said, "Wow, that's pretty scandalous. Was that second time pre or during Mr. Richard?"

"At the beginning of our relationship. We didn't have an exclusivity clause back then."

"I have to keep control of myself."

"It's hard," Dan said.

"Yes, I'm hard, now."

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Fortunately, the next afternoon, I had plans to have coffee with one of my best friends.

Dan Burd was also a teacher at the school, a tenured professor who teaches in both the English Department and Theater. Like me, he is openly gay but has a partner, Richard, with whom he's been with for about 12 years. Richard and I do not get along. He thinks I have the hots for Dan and I am jealous of his relationship with Richard. He's got what I want, or what I should want, but I don't want it. It's complicated.

Dan was black and very handsome. He keeps his hair in a bun in the back of his head and he has a few tattoos on his arms, and wears short sleeves shirt as much as he can to show them off, weather permitting. He also had very nice muscly arms. His dark eyes are very expressive and he smiles a lot. His legs are like trees and he wears slacks that are loose that don't show the heft of his legs nor his cock. I don't know how big it is. He's very shy in the gym locker room. He has long, nice feet, giving another clue that he was hung pretty well. The best I've seen are those legs and his very hot ass, which were free of hair. Does he shave around, there, I wondered but never asked. Was our relationship all that intimate.

All I know is that I needed intimacy that day.

The thing is that Dan is a really nice guy, a good friend and an indispensable mentor to me. He can gossip with the best of us, but he never really says anything bad about anything. Except his mother. He detests his mother. In went way back, way before there was any hint that he was gay.

He was the whole package, if you like that kind of thing, and I do like that kind of thing. My sister, who recently died, used to say that I liked anything with a dick who can walk. "Talk?" she'd say. "Not so important."

Dan grew up in Harlem, raised largely by his mom and grandmom, who was sweet and kind, and who made Dan the sweet man he is. Surely not his mother. A bitch, I met her once.

He is also very smart and a child prodigy actor, as well as being a great singer, whether it was pop, musical songs or even a little opera. He played Othello once.

A teacher at his public junior high saw that special something in Dan and took him under his wing. With his grades and his talent as an actor and singer, his teacher felt that Dan he could get into a private school with an acting specialty or one of New York's charter schools for theater. If it was private school, he was convinced Dan could get a full scholarship. The advantage wasn't that Dan was black. Black was no longer the key thing to get into a charter school or even private school. The thing is that he had it all. Talent and brains, good looks and, again he was that nice guy, too. We talked about the mentoring he received a lot.

"So, I started once, how did that teacher get so interested in you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. He directed school plays and concerts and he thought I was talented."

"Mmmm, hmmmm," I responded. "Un, hunh.

"What are you trying to say? That I traded sex for the teacher's help?"

"I guess that's my kind of fantasy."

"You are so fucked up. No, he didn't touch me, never tried and never suggested that we mess around."

"I'm sorry, I am really fucked up."

"No, not really. You are really fucked up but not in this way. You're not the only one. My lousy mother used to ask about that. `Danny, you sure you're not doing anything special for that Mr. Robards?'"

"I would sometimes just walk away and other times I'd challenge her. What do you think, Ma? That I let him fuck my hot black ass? That I give him blow jobs? Sorry to say, Mommy Dearest, you're the slut in the family. No me."

"So, no, that wasn't part of the mix."

Apparently, Richard wondered the same thing. One time they had Mr. Robards over for dinner and apparently Richard was horrible to him. Worse, apparently, than he ever was with me. And the teacher brought his wife, who had to witness the whole, evil scene.

Dan changed the subject. "What's new with you, Anton? How are your classes?"

Dan was great for advice and I knew I could trust him with anything. "I'm still dealing with the flirting thing. Some of the boys in my classes are always flirting with me. It's crazy. It never stops. What can I do?"

"Nothing. But first get out of thinking of them as `boys.' They are men. Eighteen and over."

"What does that mean? I can do it with them. They're legal?"

"No, hell to the no. I'm serious. You can't do anything with them. And I mean that in several ways. First, they'll never stop. So many of them have serious Daddy issues. So just get over it. Be flattered.

"Second, you can't give into them. This is the harder thing. They are so fucking sexy. So hot. And they'll do anything."

"That's for sure."

"Tell me."

"Have you ever had that boy, I mean man, Jacob in any of his classes?"

"No, but I've heard about him and I've seen him. He's beautiful. Just walking behind at a 10-foot distance I am afraid I am going to get him pregnant."

"He is, delicious. This is what he does. He sits in a close to the front desk and stares at me. It feels like he's trying to haunt me. He has these beautiful blue eyes which look like the ocean or the most perfect sky you've ever seen. When he catches my eyes, he'll do something like lick his lips or play with a finger in his mouth. Or he'll take his pen and move it in and out of his mouth. And they are the reddest lips you've ever seen, boy or girl. And he doesn't care if the other boys in the class see what he's doing.

"But the latest thing is the worst."

"What did he do? Try to touch you? Try to kiss you?"

"Worse."

"Tell me."

"So yesterday after class he stayed in his seat. He had this self-satisfied smirk on his face. I waited until I thought everyone left before I got my self together. I looked up and he was there. All alone. Dead quiet. He waved at me. `Hi, teach.'

"What's up, Jacob. What do you need? He got up and slowly walked towards me. It was if he was a model and was walking the red carpet. He got real close. And I got up and walked, slithered, to the other end of my desk.

"I have something for you," he said. "A gift."

I asked him if he had an apple for me. He reached into his backpack and dug out the sleeve of a DVD. "No, sir, I have this for you."

"What is it, Jake,"

"Something special. Better than an apple."

"Oh, Jacob, please. That's so trite." I paused. "Sorry, Jacob. What do you have for me?"

"Let that be a surprise. From me to you."

I was exasperated. I closed my backpack, threw it on my back. "Ok, Jacob. I accentuated the `cob' part of his name. I brushed by him and walked quickly away."

"What was it, Anton? Did you watch it."

"I'm going to tell him I threw it out on my way home but, of course, I watched it. Fuck it was porno. Starring him, just him.

"I have to say, his performance was really good. He laid on his bed and slowly took off his clothes, starting with his coat, and down to his Andrew Christian underwear--you know that brand that all the porn stars wear."

Dan interrupted. "I never watch gay porn."

"Yeah, right. He stopped stripping when he got to those Andrew Christians. They were gray and he showed me was drenched in pre-cum. But he didn't take off his underwear. He jerked himself off with his right hand in the underwear and his other finger playing with his balls or seeming to play with his hole."

"Gosh, Anton, you're making me hard."

`Well that would be a first."

"Oh, stop, I'll sic Richard on you."

"Oh, fuck, anything but that."

"Can I see it? Purely for counseling purposes. Not for the porn value. I am your mentor. We have that mentor-mentee relationship. Like priests in the confession booth.

"Yeah right. You pervert. No, you can't see it."

"You want my advice? You know what I'm going to say."

"Yes. I can't do anything, other than jerk myself off thinking about him. Or jerk off when I watch the movie again"

"No, you have to stay away. Away. away. You can't wait until the semester is over. You want to fuck him, you've got to wait until he graduates. But he'll be over you, by then."