Freshman year of college

I was a great student. Always did my best. Loved to read and had a desire to escape the day in and day out of life on the farm....School was only a positive environment. Growing up in the south large working farms in the early 1970’s was a full time task.

The fall of my senior year of high school I had an English teacher who had such an impact on my life. This gentleman was a minister before he was drafted to Vietnam. I lear after he returned back to the states he went to a private college in the mountains of Tennessee and earned his degree and no longer had a desire to be a minister. * I discovered later due to his experiences in Vietnam he could never return to a pulpit. As I stated...this English teacher saw something in me that I never imagined could be a possibility. One day after class my teacher asked me to stay and talk with him. He told me he thought I should talk with the guidance counselor and explore my options of college after graduation. No one had ever expressed to me that college was even a possibility. During my lunch period my teacher and the guidance counselor came to my table and told me instead of going to my next class to meet them in the library. That class period in study hall really started the wheels turning believing I could have a better life other than working on a tobacco farm.

The following weeks played out and after signing up to take the ACT, looking at college bulletins and most importantly talking with my parents. Looking back this was the biggest hurdle thinking my parents would just say no. Throughout this time I was seriously falling for my teacher. He was smart, kind, caring, handsome and I would sneak a glance every time I got the opportunity to check out his crotch. Being a farm boy I knew about jacking off, hiding behind the barn and sucking my cousins cock and he would let me fuck his ass. But that’s the thing....everything I had done was with boys. I had never had the opportunity to be with a man.

To my surprise my parents were very receptive to meeting with my teacher and counselor. On a Thursday night my teacher stopped by the farm and talked with my folks. My parents were hard working people. They never finished high school. My dad quit school when he turned eighteen and joined the army and was a WWII veteran. My mom told my teacher I could be like Johnboy from the Waltons television show and be the first person to go to college. My teacher and counselor made contacts for me regarding schools, grants, scholarships, etc....In fact, my English teacher arranged a college visit for me between Thanksgiving and Christmas break. My dad was covered up with taking tobacco to market so my parents agreed that my teacher would drive me to the college for my first visit. I was excited, nervous and freaking out that I’d be alone with my teacher.

On a Friday after school my teacher came by the farm and picked me up in his Ford Pinto. We drove about 3 hours and got to the small college town around 8 o’clock that evening. We checked in to a mom and pops motel. Unloaded our over night bags and then we went to a small diner for supper. I’ll never forget the food I ordered. I had a BLT and fries. He ordered a cheeseburger and onion rings. While we were eating my cock was so hard all during dinner. I finally excused myself and went to the restroom. I went into a stall, shut the door and aggressively stroked my cock. When I returned to the table I kept thinking could be tell I had just jacked off. After supper he drove to the campus around 9:30 p.m. I need to add, this is the same college my teacher attended. I knew that was the place I wanted to go to since he had graduated from there in 1969. He parked his car and we walked through the quad and there was a bell tower, the library was on the far side of the campus. We walked to the library and he told me to follow him. I had no clue college libraries were open so late. We entered the building and he gave me a tour. Said he had worked there as a student. God I was so much in lust as he talked beside me, talking with such authority and confidence. He smelled so good and after dinner he put a peppermint in his mouth. I followed his lead. He took me to the upstairs stacks where reference books were kept. I think he was proud to show and tell me about his college days, working as a student in the library, etc...The library stacks were nothing like I had seen at my high school library or our public library in our home town. I was like a kid in a candy shop. My teacher was mine and only mine at this time. He was talking about something and I just froze. He took hold of my arm and asked me if I was ok. At this moment I asked him....I need a favor. He said sure. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t say a word...I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his crotch. He didn’t freak out. He smiled and put his hand on my arm and guided my hand to his zipper. He leaned in and kissed me. A real kiss. Not a peck like from my grandma. God I was in heaven. Here I was with my teacher, on a college campus back in the stacks of a library. The next thing was he unzipped his jeans. He took out his fat, uncut cock and told me to stroke it. It was a nice, thick man cock. He con to coach me what to do, hold his hand on my wrist guiding my stroking, touching, etc...The next thing that happened was earth shattering. Mr. Evans unzipped my jeans, pulled my jeans down below my knees and in one motion swallowed by cock. He tenderly licked, sucked and played with my balls. I had a few blow jobs from my cousins but hell, nothing Compared to this. With in a matter of minutes I shot my load in his mouth. He looked up at me from down on his knees...stood up and turned me around. He proceeded to bend me over on a small desk....all of a sudden I felt something wet on my hole. I figured out real fast he used my cum to lick my ass....next he stood up and lined up his man cock to my hole. He fucked me with his cock, my cum and took slow, long strokes filling my hole with his thick cock. He definitely knew what he was doing....I too knew what I had wanted from this man. When he shot his load he pulled his dick out of ass and bent down and ate me out. The next thing was amazing. He stood face to face and kissed me. His soft cock was touching my hard rock dick. The kiss was phenomenal. The mixture of our tongues and our salty loads. I literally shot my load on his soft dick while kissing. I was beyond happy, thrilled, etc...We put our dicks back in our pants, straightened our clothes, etc...and walked out of the library without speaking a word.

As we walked to his car he reached over during the night on the south sidewalk and held my hand. When we got to his car we got in. He looked at me and gently leaned over and kissed me. He put his hand behind my neck and held me in close for an amazing kiss.

That night we took a shower together, slept in the same bed, had sex three more times. He used KY jelly and sat down on my cock. He told me to just be still and he slowly rode my cock. He took his time and we enjoyed it. It didn’t take more than 5 to 8 deep stokes of him riding my cock. I shot my load up in his ass. He sat there for several minutes. Being a seventeen year old teenager my cock reminded hard with it deep in his ass.

The next morning we ate breakfast and drove back to campus. We met with an admissions advisor. The guy reviewed my transcript, commented on being a varsity football player as well as a member of the marching bad. He admired how I went on the football field at halftime in my football uniform and played my saxophone with the band. All in all, it was a great visit. We looked at a dorm, saw naked men in a community shower....that got my attention. Towards the end of our tour we made our way back to the library. My teacher introduced me to the head librarian. I sensed a connection. The librarian was handsome, salt and pepper hair...nice beard and smelled like pipe tobacco. As we discussed authors, my love of reading, etc....my English teacher dropped back and the head librarian placed his hand on my shoulder and we continued the tour of the library. He asked what was currently read, my response of Flowers for Algernon was a great discussion point of fiction, non fiction, etc....He took me in his office and showed me a first edition of To Kill a Mockingbird. I knew this man was someone I wanted to get to know. As we were leaving the librarian, my teacher and the admissions counselor were have a side conversation. The librarian walked over to me and shared if I attended their college in the fall he would personally see I got a work study job in the library working under him. As we walked to the car the admission counselor told me based on my grades, extracurricular activities he would submit my name for several scholarships.

When we got in the car to head home I told my teacher to find a pay phone and let me call my folks to make an excuse to stay another day. He leaned over and kissed me. We got another room for the night. I called my mom and filled her in on the college visit and she said my dad was still at the Burlington tobacco market but it would be fine.

we returned to the motel. I had another deep fuck by my teacher. I took a shower. He fixed me a screwdriver. I took a nap. When I woke up I sensed a smell. I sat up in the bed and the head library was sitting naked in an arm chair with my teacher. He was smoking his phenomenal pipe and I loved smelling his cherry tobacco. Can you imagine what happens next? More to come....